Lovely Pink, Raine Miller [highly recommended books txt] 📗

stroke. Her touch…It was like nothing else I’d ever felt before. I’d noticed earlier when she touched me through two layers of clothing, the electricity fired off shocks throughout my whole body.

I slipped my hands to the back of her thighs and spread her wide open. The sight of her wet slit waiting for my cock was all I needed. My tongue and her pussy would get to know each other a little later on. Right now my cock wanted in, and he wasn’t waiting for a second request. Just the first one from her was plenty.

I nudged the tip between her folds and pushed in just enough to test her readiness. Slippery wet heat burned through the sensitive flesh, and we both gasped at the contact. Reese lifted her hips to try to take in more of my cock, and that was the tipping point for me.

I was done with limits.

I thrust forward all the way to my balls, fitting like a glove inside her. She cried my name as she took in every inch of me, gripping my shaft with a heat so intense, I was sure we’d both incinerate. My mouth came down over hers with a deep plunge of my tongue, swallowing her soft cries and moans greedily. I wanted—I needed her mouth and her pussy together at the same time. As I started to move in and out of her in a building rhythm, I realized I needed every part of Reese she was willing to give me. I just needed her.

We were going to fuck until we both came.

And then we’d switch it up and fuck in a different position until we both came some more.

We would fuck and come as many times as we wanted, until we needed sleep more than we needed to fuck. It would happen eventually, and when it did, she would be in my bed sleeping next to me for the rest of the night.

Then in the morning, I would ask her to marry me, again.

And this time she would say yes.

Chapter Eight REESE

My head hurt so badly, I was surely in aneurysm territory with the pounding. But no, the real reason for the headache was too many glasses of wine the night before, combined with who was naked and snoring softly beside me in the bed. Gray was a beautiful man in all of his glory, just as God had made him. I could watch him sleeping for a long time and be fully entertained. The rise and fall of his sculpted chest, the shock of sandy hair across his forehead, the calmness showing in his features while at rest. In fact, he looked so very peaceful, I made the decision not to wake him.

It would be best this way.

Easier on him, and better for me.

I had no business sleeping with Grayson Lash, and pretending this could become something real and permanent. My heart was still broken by Tim, unready for more torture. And it would end up being torture for Gray, if he persisted in this marriage thing with me.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember any specific details about the sex from last night, but it was clear we’d done it. There had been a lot of sex, from what I could figure when I went into the bathroom to put myself back together. I might not remember all the erotic details, but I did recall the conversation Gray and I had at dinner about love and marriage. He didn’t believe in love for himself, but was willing to give his theory a shot with me. That being, if he made love to me, he might feel differently about me afterward. I didn’t buy into his theoretical argument, but I didn’t blame him for trying either. Gray wasn’t using me. If anything, I was using him. He was simply hoping to make the best of a situation into which we’d both been born. I understood Grayson Lash better than most people probably ever would. I had the very same baggage to carry around on my shoulders, forever. But the fact remained, he didn’t love me, and I was too raw from Tim to open myself up to more heartbreak. And I was certain Gray could break my heart, if I gave him half a chance.

I looked like Sleeping Beauty in a reverse negative when I let myself out of his hotel suite. I had my walk-of-shame through the lobby of The Jefferson, before making my way into the waiting Uber I’d requested from my phone.

Gray would find my note on the elegant stationery supplied by the hotel when he woke up. He’d be angry at first, but eventually he would understand where I was coming from. In time, we’d go back to our normal relationship, and last night would feel far less important than it probably felt right now.

Dear Grayson,

I don’t want to discuss what happened last night between us. Please respect this request from me, as your dear friend you would not want to hurt, any more than I would ever want to hurt you. I am not able to do this with you right now, so I ask you to please understand where I am coming from on the heels of a broken relationship. My heart requires more time to heal before I try to open it up to another person. I know the content of your character is excellent, just as I know you are a fine man, who will do so much good for others in your role as a public servant, however highly you aspire to serve. Please take care.

With love,

Reese

Present day…

Horatio matched Gray’s suit perfectly. The exact same monochromatic festival of gray-ness blended together so well it looked intentional. My usually very protective kitty planted himself on Gray’s lap, and proceeded to purr himself into an enchantment broken only by the occasional twitching of his tail. Traitor.

Once we were inside my apartment,