His mouth descended on my neck, and I reached behind me, grasping at the back of his head. The harder he kissed me, the more his fingers reached inside me. Twirling and spreading until I was craving every ounce of him.
“Grey, we’re outside.” I moaned. It wasn’t the first time we had made out by the beach, but the way he was escalating things, I could tell he wasn’t about to stop.
“Keep walking.” He bit my ear.
I did as he commanded until I was at the top of the stairs. The sliding glass door was in front of me, and I could see our beautiful new couch, but Grey twisted me toward him, catching my mouth with his passionate lips. He walked backward until he was leaning against the railing. I grasped at his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, knowing I was abandoning any sense of reality. His tongue lashed against mine with lightning strikes that had my head spinning.
I heard his pants drop to the deck, and his belt buckle clang against the wood. He hiked my dress up over my hips and brought my one leg to the crossbar on the railing. I realized exactly what he was doing. His fingers dug into the small of my back as I climbed onto the frame with my other foot, this time with certain purpose. I planted a kiss on his mouth then sank with all my force onto him. I began to rock against him, taking us both to new heights on the deck, high above the ocean, in the dark, far from the bonfire on the beach, but knowing we were igniting something in each other we could never extinguish.
He braced himself against the railing as I brought us closer together, and then worked to the edge of us dying to be connected again. He groaned as I slid against him. The wind whipped over my face as my head reeled back. I had never felt such total abandon, yet complete connection with another person. I smiled when I saw him bite down on his lip. I was driving him beyond crazy.
“Don’t hold back, baby.” He met my eyes with hunger. “My leg’s fine.” He clutched my bottom, driving me harder and deeper against him. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.” He moaned in my ear.
“Oh my God, Grey.” I thought we might burn the house down, starting with the top deck.
“You feel it? Everything between us?” His teeth raked over my shoulder until he was bearing down on my neck.
I nodded against his chest before I called his name, needing him to release me, to keep me like this forever, to hold me tighter, to let me fall.
The strength in his hands rocked me higher and deeper than I anticipated. My hands reached for the railing on either side of him. But just when I thought I could keep the intensity going, keep giving him this part of me, keep making him feel all the love I had for him, my body began to break and shatter from the inside out. I folded in his arms, breathless and hungry for more.
“Take me to bed, please,” I begged. “I need you. More. I need more.” It wasn’t enough. Reckless insane outdoor deck sex wasn’t enough.
Grey didn’t say a word. He wrapped his arms around my back and carried me straight to our bedroom where I fell in love with him even more.
I wondered what Marin felt like waking up married. Was she overwhelmingly happy and satisfied? Did the world look different through a bride’s eyes? I woke up Sunday feeling as if I had made some kind of vow to myself last night. I smiled as I stretched my naked body under the sheet. My perfect Carolina blue cocktail dress was on the floor somewhere. I didn’t care. All the wrinkles would come out at the dry cleaners. I pulled the sheet against my chest and sat forward. There was a note on Grey’s pillow.
I love you.
Grey
I looked at if for a minute before sliding it into the nightstand drawer. Yes, it was true that I thought I was in love before. I mean, I did fall in love with Grey during spring break, I had been loving him all summer and since we moved in together, but now I knew what it meant to take all angles of life and accept them together. Our life wasn’t about dividing problems and handling them alone. It wasn’t about keeping the messy stuff from each other. We were all in. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
I washed my hair. Anthony had sprayed the heck out of that perfect chignon bun, and sometime during our night in bed, Grey had loosened a few bobby pins. It looked like a sad ballerina’s bun. I washed the hairspray out and toweled off.
Grey and I hadn’t made plans for Sunday. I would need to run to the office and check on our guests at some point. Sunday’s weren’t big check-in days, and I didn’t have anyone scheduled. I assumed he was skimming the pool and making the rounds at the Palm. There was an endless to-do list at that place.
I tucked one towel around my chest, and a second one I wrapped around my hair. I walked to the kitchen to make some coffee. I couldn’t believe I had slept until eleven, but after the night I had, I had barely slept. I giggled to myself, not sure if all night long with Grey was enough.