My arms snaked around his neck, tugging him closer to me. “Yes, that’s what I’ve heard. Tons of stress.”
He grinned, and I felt my knees quiver. He could drive me crazy with only a smile.
“I think I know a few ways to help you with all of the stress.” His eyes dipped between my breasts. I pushed against him, begging him to make a move. To hell with the guys in the other room.
“We only have a dresser left and we’re done,” Connor called from the hall.
Grey kissed me on the cheek. “Let me help them with that, and then we can work on the stress relief.”
I refrained from letting out the full-fledged groan that was building in the back of my throat. He got me all worked up on purpose, I thought. I tried to focus on the stack of bowls I had begun to unpack.
Somewhere in one of these boxes was a set of glasses. I at least needed one tall glass of ice water to cool down everything he started.
I threw myself on the bed, utterly exhausted. I didn’t know which was more tiring: driving or unpacking. I looked around our bedroom. There was a bed, two bedside tables, and a long dresser with a mirror attached to the back. Somewhere in one of the boxes was a pair of lamps. The room couldn’t hold much more.
All the things that we couldn’t find a home for ended up in the spare room. I’d eventually sort through everything in there.
We still needed living room furniture. I had brought a kitchen table and chairs, with the idea that I could cram it into the corner of the motel room in case I needed a place for my computer. With each passing minute, I was more and more thankful for the beach cottage. Half of my stuff wouldn’t have fit in Palm Palace room twenty-four.
Grey strolled into the room, and then dropped onto the bed beside me.
“I think it’s official.”
“What’s that?” I asked, rolling toward him.
“We are officially living together.” He grinned as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me on top of him.
I pretended to squirm. I hadn’t forgotten his earlier promise for some much needed stress relief.
His fingers worked their way under my shirt and grazed my skin. I giggled as his hands went straight for the clasp on my bra.
“Finally, I have you all to myself.” He rolled me on to my back, pinning my hands over my head. He had moved from playful to serious in a matter of seconds.
“I think you could have had me a lot sooner than now,” I teased. I arched my back off the bed as he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled the sleeves and straps off my arms, leaving my breasts exposed.
“Isn’t this worth the wait?” His mouth descended on the sensitive flesh around my breast until his tongue lashed and swirled around my nipple. He nipped at it before moving to the other side.
I moaned, trying to keep my breath steady under his delicious torture. His hands moved to the waist of my shorts, but before I could help him with the button, I felt the heat of his breath slide along my stomach, his mouth stopping at the button.
I watched with amazement as he shimmied the shorts off my hips.
“You have on pink,” he growled.
I nodded, knowing this was his favorite pair I wore during spring break. I wanted every day with Grey to be like that week. Mind-blowing and body-shattering sex every day. I rocked my hips forward unable to control how I reacted to him. He traced the edge of the panties, and I felt my breath quicken despite my inner scolding.
His head dipped between my legs, and I felt his teeth tugging on the lace. I arched toward him, needing to feel this, wanting to feel everything he could give me.
“You are so damn sexy.”
He growled before his tongue began to move, slow at first and then faster. Dipping and swirling, bringing heat with every movement. My hips quickened their pace until my head was thrashing from side to side and I didn’t know which way was the end of the bed. I grasped our new comforter, trying to hold on to something, trying to center myself before exploding into a million pieces of ecstasy. One hand pried the lace to the side so his tongue could play while the other pinched and squeezed my nipple, creating a sensation that ran through the center of my body, back and forth with intense pulses. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he stripped the panties from my legs, giving him deeper access with his tongue. I pressed forcefully against him, wanting him to know how much I loved this, how good he was making me feel. My body bowed off the bed when I felt his fingers mimic the same movements as his tongue. The pressure was building so quickly, I couldn’t control it anymore. I had to surrender.
I screamed his name as I skyrocketed off the bed. Grey crawled toward me, kissing my stomach and then my breasts as he rested beside me.
“How is that for stress relief?”
I nodded, barely able to form words.
He stood next to the bed and scooped me in his arms.
“Wh-where are we going?” I searched his face. I had just started to relax into the bed we had put together.