And something in him—it just broke in that moment. His control, that was what broke. Because the sexiest woman he’d ever met—the strongest, the fucking kindest—she was standing before him saying that she loved him.
They didn’t make it to her bedroom. That would have been a serious miracle. They just pretty much tumbled to the floor. Good thing she had a plush rug in front of her fireplace. He kissed her like the desperate, ravenous guy he was. His hands flew all over her, and Jemma’s moans just urged him on.
He slid down the straps of her negligee. Took her breast into his mouth. Licked and sucked and when her fingers sank into his hair, urging him on…he went even wilder.
Jemma. Jemma loves me. Jemma. Loves. Me.
He was truly the luckiest bastard on earth.
He kissed his way to her other breast. Teased the tight, pink nipple. Loved it when she arched up toward him.
His fingers slid between her legs. She needed to be ready for him because he was so hard for her. He eased his finger around that scrap of lace—oh, hell, he didn’t ease anything. He was too rough and the lace tore, but Jemma just laughed.
Laughed and opened her legs a little more for him.
Got to taste. Better than chocolate. Got to have all of her.
He kissed her stomach. Kissed every freaking inch of her that he could.
And then he was between her legs. Licking and tasting and loving her so much that his whole body shuddered.
“Gray!” His name was a sharp demand from her. “I want you in me when I come!”
Inside of her. The only place he wanted to be right then. He licked her again, a fast swipe of his tongue because he knew she liked that. He pulled back, but only long enough to take care of the protection.
I want Jemma. I want kids. I want everything—with her. But only when Jemma is ready for that. Only then…
She lifted her arms toward him.
He put his cock at the entrance to her body. Started to plunge deep and hard—
His gaze caught hers. “I love you.” The words were torn from him.
And then he thrust into her. Fucking perfect. Tight and wet and his. His Jemma. His angel. His everything.
Her legs wrapped around him. Her nails bit into his back. Her hips rose against him, driving to match him in a perfect rhythm. Faster and hotter…he was lost.
Lost to her.
Lost in her.
She came, crying out his name and holding him even tighter, and Grayson let go. He kissed her when he came, slamming deep into her sex and feeling the climax blast straight to his soul.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears. Slowly, so damn slowly, that thunder eased.
He pushed up to stare down at Jemma. The lights from the tree cast a soft glow on her face. She was smiling as she stared up at him.
He really wished she’d say…
“I love you, Gray.”
That woman owned his heart.
***
“I didn’t know what to get you for Christmas,” Jemma murmured later, as she lay curled in Grayson’s arms. “So I thought the red outfit came close enough to a bow that it might work.”
He laughed and pulled her closer. She would never get tired of Gray’s laugh.
“Technically, though,” Jemma pointed out, worrying a bit now. “It isn’t Christmas yet. And I do have other things for you, so don’t think that I’m skimping on a gift.” She had some surprises coming his way, including a very special chocolate truffle that she’d made after being inspired by him. “I just—”
He kissed her. “You gave me exactly what I wanted.”
“Hot sex?” Jemma teased. It had been rather hot. She was still tingling in places.
His expression was oddly tender. “You.”
“Me?” Me what?
“You’re what I want. Today. Always.”
She didn’t even try to conceal her smile. She knew Gray meant those words. Good. Because he was exactly what she wanted, too. “Merry Christmas,” she whispered.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
Jemma was pretty sure this might just go down as her best Christmas ever…even with the whole murder attempt.
She’d have to remember to thank Santa, later.
After all, he’d been the one to send Gray to her…a quick holiday stop at her chocolate shop.
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THE END