When the cab arrived, I got in and pulled Grey in with me. I told the driver my address. Now that my lips had warmed up some, I snuggled up to Grey and began to kiss him. He kissed me back with just as much passion and the journey home seemed shorter than I expected.
We stumbled up to my front door. I was desperate to get the key in the lock before sober Carly reared her ugly head.
I took off Grey's jacket and threw it at the coat rack. I kicked off my shoes and took Grey's hand, leading him into my bedroom. Tonight wasn't the kind of night for lighting candles and being romantic-this was about Grey being inside me after ten years.
I pushed my bedroom door open and Grey started to unzip my dress. I batted his hands away and pulled him in front of me. I kissed him like my lips were fire and his the cooling water to douse the flames. He pushed me against the wall and I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist. My dress hitched up and Grey pushed my G-string to one side-he licked his finger and rubbed my sweet spot with it, beginning slowly. He inserted just one finger-his eyes lit up as he felt how wet I was for him already-then he added a second finger. I squeezed myself around his fingers and that dazzling smile lit his face like a beacon in the dark.
I looked up and his mouth came crashing down around mine. I grabbed the back of his hair in one hand while I kissed him with everything I had bottled up over the years. I had never had sex with anyone that could match up to Grey. He knew my body better than anyone and how to get me to react.
I moved up and down to match the rhythm of his fingers deep inside me.
He removed his fingers, leaving me feeling empty-and undid the zip of his jeans. I held tighter with my legs while he dug around in his pocket for what turned out to be his wallet. He removed a foil packet with one hand and brought it to his mouth to tear open-I could feel how hard he was even through his jeans. I made a move to help him but he didn't let me remove my grip from his waist. Finally, he was ready, and as he kissed me, he gently inserted his cock into my wet sex-he found the rhythm again easily and it was as though he'd never been away from me.
I kissed along his jawline and made my way to nibble on his ear, which I knew he found hot and sexy. As I licked and nibbled his earlobe, he started moaning and his rhythm increased. He held my waist with one hand and pulled down the top half of my dress with the other. He undid my strapless bra and let it drop to the floor-that was when he moved to kiss his way from my ear to my jaw, a chaste kiss to my lips before he made his way down the front of my neck and continued his path down to my breasts. He flicked his tongue across my already erect nipple then pulled it into his mouth. I panted and moaned, not able to help the wordless sounds that escaped my lips.
Grey held my waist tight and turned us around to my bed-there, he lay me down and moved momentarily out of me to slip my dress and G-string down to the floor. He stood tall and proud at the bottom of the bed for a moment, his heated gaze lighting my skin as he looked from my feet up and finally made eye contact with me.
A moan escaped my lips and Grey knelt on the floor and nuzzled himself between my thighs. He kissed from my knee down to my hot, wet sex-then the same down the other leg. He put one finger inside me as he licked my sweet spot and I heard him moan, it was more like a growl in the back of his throat. As his mouth claimed me, a loud moan escaped my own lips. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything except this man fulfilling every thought I had since he left.
After what felt like an eternity, but also no time at all, Grey maneuvered himself above me on the bed and claimed my lips in a hungry kiss before trailing feather-light kisses down to kiss and suck my one breast while a hand played with the other-then he entered me once again. An incoherent sound escaped my mouth as he picked up my legs and put them around his neck. He pushed deeper inside me and I moaned over and over as he pushed in and out of me. He found the perfect rhythm and I moved up to meet him, matching his pace. Both of us were panting and moaning-if there was one thing I had missed when he was gone, it was him moaning, it made me hot to hear him express what it was I did to him.
In a moment, I was screaming myself hoarse as I came in waves, over and over. Grey wasn't exactly shy about moaning through his own orgasm. He flopped down on the bed next to me, exhausted yet sated. He put his arm over me protectively and I hoped that soon he'd be ready to go again.
Chapter Three
I woke to the sound of a phone ringing, but it wasn't mine. I felt Grey lean over me to retrieve the phone from the floor on my side of the bed-before he could answer, I saw the name ‘Maggie' on the screen and was immediately flooded with guilt. I'd just slept with someone who was engaged to another woman-what kind of person did that make me? I pretended to still be asleep to see what Grey would do. He took the phone and left the room.
I got up and put my dressing robe around me. I could hear hushed conversation and only caught snippets of it-from what I could tell, he said he had been to the club and stayed at a friend's house.
A friend? Okay, well, this friend was going to get something to eat to quiet her rumbling stomach. I went into the kitchen and busied myself with cooking breakfast. Minutes later Grey came into the kitchen in just his jeans. I couldn't help but stare at the sculpted body he hadn't had all those years ago.
"Would you mind if I take a shower?" Grey asked as he came round the kitchen island to kiss me on the cheek.
"Sure thing, help yourself. There are clean towels in the cabinet," I said as my phone began to ring.
"Great, I'll leave you to take your call in peace." He kissed my cheek again and went to take his shower.
I looked at the screen, it was Jodie. What to say to her, that was the question.
"Hi, Jodie," I said in a breezy tone.
"Don't ‘Hi Jodie' me, lady!" She sounded angry. "What the hell happened to you last night? You just ditched me!"
"I didn't ditch you, Jodie. I thought Matt was taking you home, so I got in a cab and came home."
"You didn't even come to say goodbye, so don't try that one, Carly Summers!" she was seriously pissed at me and I knew I should be sorry that I had ditched my best friend.
Truth be known, I'd only had one thing on my mind at the time and that had been sex with Grey.
"Sorry, I was a little tipsy when I left. In case you hadn't noticed, I drank a fair few cocktails."
"Yeah, enough of them to get in a cab with Grey, no doubt," she said in a milder tone. She could never stay mad at me for long.
"Umm … Honestly? Yes, I did." I could never lie to my best friend.
"Oh, Carly, he's engaged. What happened? Is he still there?" She sounded annoyed at my stupidity and I couldn't blame her-I was mad at myself.
"Yes, he's still here. Can I fill you in later? I want to go and have my breakfast," I said in a more hushed tone.
"Okay but I want details. Speak to you later." She rang off before I could utter a goodbye.
I plated up breakfast for Grey and me, then I put his plate on the hotplate of my range cooker to keep warm.
I had just sat down when Grey entered the kitchen and took the stool opposite me at the kitchen island. His gorgeous brown hair glistened as the daylight caught on the beads of water-again he only had his jeans on.
"Good morning," he said as I got up to pass him his plate.
"Good morning," I replied and went back to eating my breakfast. There was silence as we ate and I wondered if Grey felt the tension or if it was just me, because I was mad at him-and pretty dang mad at myself.
"There's some coffee on the counter over there, help yourself to the pot-the cups are in the cupboard directly above," I said in a fake, cheerful tone.
"Thanks, can I get you one?" he asked and looked at me, forcing me to make contact with those beautiful eyes.
"That would be great, thanks."
"Still take it white with two sugars?" he asked as he moved towards my coffee maker.
"Yep."
I wasn't sure how to make conversation with him. Last night had been based on being tipsy and a base instinct I had felt since the moment I saw him in the club-but after what had passed, what could I say? I couldn't ask him about Maggie.
"You okay, Carls?" he asked as he came and put his arms around my waist.
I couldn't help but bask in the warmth that emanated from his skin and his hot breath in my ear. I'd missed this. My life had effectively been put on hold since he'd left, and though I'd moved on and found a career, I hadn't found anyone to match Grey.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied as I broke his hold on me. "I'm going to get dressed, I have some errands to run."
I left my half eaten breakfast on the kitchen island and made my way to my room.