“You can’t let yourself get distracted even when there’s an area above throbbing and begging for attention,” he murmurs, his voice muffled when he moves his tongue to my clit, stroking over it once, twice, three times, and then without warning, he sucks my clit into his mouth—hard.
My hands move down to Gray’s shoulders and I hold on, my entire body shaking. I know I’m close to shattering into a thousand pieces. I won’t be able to hold back. I’m not even going to try. I growl in annoyance when he pulls his head back. I lock eyes with him, and find that his are full of desire and mischief. He stands back up without giving me what I really want, and it pisses me off. I didn’t ask for him to get me all worked up and then leave me all horny and needy. I’m about to go off on him when I watch him unbutton his jeans.
“What are you doing?” I ask, even as he pushes his pants down and moves back to me.
“Showing you just how good I can drive to the hole,” he tells me, grabbing my leg and wrapping it high on his hip. “And all you have to do is hang on and enjoy the ride.”
I don’t respond. I can’t because he thrusts inside of me and all thought is gone. Nothing is left but sensation, pleasure, and need. Everything else ceases to exist. The garage, customers, the work, Jackson, it all fades away as I lose myself into the man who owns me. Everything is gone, and all that’s left for me is Gray.
“Do you think we might be having too much sex?” CC whispers as she sits back in the seat beside me on the plane. I just got back a minute before her. I think we played it all rather smoothly, really.
“Is there such a thing?” I ask her with a grin. “Besides, you weren’t complaining when I had you pinned against the door of the bathroom.”
“You couldn’t help but pin me. There wasn’t enough room in that bathroom for two people.”
“I think we need to go back in there. You didn’t complain as much. I mean, seriously, is this the thanks I get for making you a member of the mile-high club?”
She leans over and kisses me sweetly on the lips. “Thank you, Grayson Lucas, for inducting me into the mile-high club.”
“Much better. You’re welcome, sweet lips.”
She laughs and pulls away, rolling her eyes at me. “What do I make, anyway? Your, like, fiftieth inductee?”
“Ouch. I can’t remember. Since you came in my life, Cooper, I can’t remember a fucking woman before you.”
“That would be a better line if you said you couldn’t remember fucking a woman before me. Grammar is very important, Tarzan.”
“That’s what I meant. Stop being a pain in my ass,” I grumble, watching as my fingers play in her hair. I’ll never get enough of the beautiful auburn-gold color. It’s natural, unique, special… just like the woman who wears it. “I love your hair.”
“I like being a pain in your ass and I’m glad because, well, it’s kind of stuck on my head, y’know? Hard to change,” she jokes.
I look at her. She’s got a faint color in her cheeks as if she’s embarrassed. I need her to see the truth.
“I don’t want you to change anything about yourself, Cooper. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“I think it’s only fair to tell you perfection doesn’t exist. Heck, even those abs you sport aren’t perfect. I think the last can in your six pack isn’t quite defined as the rest of them.” She grins, trying to shrug off the compliment.
“I’m serious, CC. You’re perfect to me… for me.”
“Gray…” she whispers, and I think she’s getting it. I can see the fear in her eyes, but there’s something else there and that’s what pushes me to take it a little farther. CC is new territory for me. Not only am I in love for the first—and last—time in my life, but she sure as fuck is not getting away. She’s also new territory because she’s the first woman I’ve ever met who is afraid to commit to me. She doesn’t trust people in general. I think that comes from her past and her mom. But she’s doubly afraid of me and it makes me ashamed of my past. She brings it up sometimes when we’re joking and it feels like it doesn’t bother her, but still, the truth of it has hit her and has settled in her mind and that can’t be good. Still, this is the first time I’ve seen anything from her that might encourage me, so I have to start trying to break through.
“CC, you have to know you’re special to me,” I tell her—a fucking understatement of the year.
“I…” she starts, then stops. She looks at me and slowly nods. “I know, Gray. You’re special to me, too.”
Fuck, that’s such a simple statement, but with it, I feel better than winning any damned match or tournament has ever made me feel. It feels like fireworks are going off. I get lost in the feeling and push harder—which might be a mistake.
“I want everything with you, Cooper. Everything,” I tell her, laying it bare as gently as I can. Everything in me is wanting to tell her I want to give her my last name. I want kids with her. I want to grow old together. She’s the last face I want to see when I close my eyes and go into the next world. I’m pretty sure those words would scare the hell out of her.