Nothing Like the First Time(33)

"Thank you, I popped by earlier to organize it while you were working."

"I thought so. Such a thoughtful, wonderful man," I said, leaning over  to kiss him. What I had meant as a little kiss to say thank you turned  out to be a lot hotter and heavier than I expected. I pulled away  breathlessly and smiled at Grey. To see him smile back at me with a look  of hunger in those hooded chocolate eyes made my insides turn to jelly.

"We should eat!" my voice came out a little shaky.

"We should!" he exclaimed before passing me a plate and a napkin.

"Ooh, napkins too, you really thought of everything."

Grey blushed and I playfully shoved his arm. It was good to have a  little of the Grey I knew and loved here and present with me even while  his life was being turned upside down and his future was hanging in the  balance.

We ate lunch and Grey poured us a small glass of cava each. I smiled at him over my glass while I took a sip.

"So, what preparations have been made and what's still on the To-Do list  for the wedding then, Miss Summers?" Grey asked, making me sputter my  cava a little.

"Well, we have the color scheme picked, as you know. I have my dress  sorted, the bridesmaids' dresses are sorted too, and the ushers' suits. I  have asked Jodie to be my maid of honor and Naomi to be a bridesmaid. I  needed someone responsible in charge of the younger bridesmaids and  Jodie will be too busy being responsible for me."

"How about the venue? Are you any closer to deciding?"

"Well, the reception will be at your mother's so that's one thing we  don't have to worry about. As for where we get married, no, I really  don't know. That's something we need to decide, not just me."

"Okay, we'll come back to that one. I have found the perfect tuxedo for  hire, Tim is best man and I asked Ben if he'd like to be an usher."

"Oh my goodness, I didn't even think about Maggie, Lizzie, or your mother."

"It's okay, we haven't set a date in stone or anything so we have time  to invent duties for them if you like." He laughed as he took in the  look of abject horror on my face.

"I haven't even thought about my family either, to be honest. I don't  have much to do with many of them anymore. My mother lives in Cornwall,  my father lives in Dorset. Then there's my sister, she's not even being  invited. I hate her. I'd love my father to give me away but with things  the way they are with my parents, I'm not sure they can both get on for  even one day-so I might not invite either one. That leaves Grandma and  Julie, my auntie, I don't know if you remember her. She lives in  Portsmouth now, anyway but I'd like to invite her. She lost her husband a  couple of years ago, it was a motorbike accident."         

     



 

I was rambling and I knew it.

"I remember Julie. Invite her and your cousin Sarah who you used to  spend all that time with as kids. As for your mother and father, you  need to invite them and let them sort it out between themselves whether  they can put aside petty differences for one day for their daughter.  Your sister? Well, it's not my place to tell you what to do, but I would  invite her, too. She can always say no, right?"

"I guess she can, but Saskia has always been a bitch."

"I remember all too well as kids, but her girlfriend might have tamed her wild ways."

Oh yes, the girlfriend, Melyssa. How could I forget? She was the reason  Saskia and I were always falling out. How she could've tamed Saskia's  wild ways was beyond me, but they could always refuse the invitation-I  could only hope.

"Doubtful. She was one of the reasons Saskia and I parted on unfriendly  terms. But I'll be the bigger person and invite them. They can always  RSVP with a ‘not in hell's chance,' right? One can only hope!"

Grey laughed and it was hard not to laugh with him. I loved my sister,  but I hated her at the same time. Melyssa had tried to kiss me once when  we were younger and Saskia didn't believe me. My father, Steve, had got  them to move to Dorset to be nearer him. My mother Elise had believed  me and it had been a sticking point between her and Father. It wasn't  like it was the reason they split up, but it was a serious bone of  contention.

Grey knew all about Melyssa and Saskia being together since they were  teens, but I hadn't told him about the kiss. First, because it never  actually got to that stage, she just tried. Second, because it had been  around the time he was leaving and I just hadn't told him. Now, years  later, he deserved to know the truth in case there was an outbreak at  the wedding.

"Melyssa tried to kiss me once," I blurted.

"When?" Grey asked, shock apparent in his voice.

I told him about it as we packed the things back into the hamper, ready to take it inside.

"Well, maybe they won't come either, then-but you're the bigger person  by sending the invite. If Saskia finds out about it through your father,  then she might turn up to try and cause trouble."

"I guess so, I'll just seat her at the back of the room, as far away from me as possible."

"Sounds like a good plan. What about the honeymoon? Do you have any preferences?"

I had fantasized about our wedding and honeymoon a lot as a teenager,  but to be honest, now the time was here, it didn't matter where we went  as long as we were together.

"Umm …  how about the Seychelles? I've always wanted to go there."

"Sounds good to me."

Not that I didn't enjoy wedding talk, but thinking about my brat sister  and my argumentative parents was bringing the whole happy vibe down.

I leaned in to kiss Grey and he was only too happy to oblige. I felt his  hand trace a path down my spine and I shivered at how good his touch  felt. He started to unbutton the blouse I had on and my breathing  hitched a little. I was hesitant, not because I didn't want him, I just  didn't want to push him too far. I let him continue to lead the way as  he nudged my mouth open further with his tongue. Our tongues danced  together and I yearned for his touch.

My blouse fell to the ground and that was when Grey pulled me up to my  knees in front of him so he could undo my jeans. The good thing about  the lake house is that it's secluded. I let him pull my jeans down to my  knees before he gently lowered me to the ground to take them off the  rest of the way.

Once our clothing was divested, I looked at Grey and the sight made my  mouth water. We hadn't made love in nearly three weeks and I had longed  for him, to be at his mercy once more.

The look in Grey's eyes told me he wanted to make love to me long and  slow. I would take whatever he was willing to give me, starting with the  sweet kisses he was currently placing in a line from one collar bone to  the other. He held himself above me on those strong, muscular forearms  and I looked down at him in all his naked glory-he was standing at  attention and we hadn't even started properly yet.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and drew his lips to mine. Our tongues  meshed together and Grey tasted of everything that made him unique. I'd  been kissed by other men while we were apart but none of them even had a  hint of that mouth-watering taste on Grey's lips. He kissed me like the  world was about to end and I was only too happy to return the kiss with  all the pent-up passion I felt.

As my one hand remained in Grey's hair, the other roamed down the  muscles of his back to cup his firm buttock in my palm, pulling him  closer against me. Grey moaned against my lips in appreciation as I  moved both hands towards his hips. There's something so utterly sexy  about touching him there that words cannot describe. I moved my hands to  cup his gorgeous butt and drew him closer to me still. I wanted him  inside me but something told me to wait for him to initiate it.         

     



 

Grey kissed along my jawline, his day old stubble tickling me as he  kissed my ear and then down my neck. I felt ravenous with hunger, my  appetite for Grey was insatiable. He cupped my breasts and worked my  taut nipples with his fingers before moving his mouth down to suck each  one in turn into his mouth. A ripple of desire spread through me and the  warmth in my abdomen told me that I was more desperate for his caresses  than I had known.

Trailing one finger down my body and in between my legs, he moaned as he  found I was already hot and wet-waiting and anticipating his next move.  His mouth met mine in a crushing kiss as he put two fingers inside me  and used them to taunt me, to tease me into an oblivion I wanted to get  lost in. Moments before I could come, Grey removed his fingers and  instead inserted himself inside me. I moaned loudly as he parted me and  filled me so deeply. His mouth made its way back to my breasts and he  sucked one erect nipple and then the other. He pulled one nipple into  his mouth and bit gently. I grabbed the back of his head and held him  close to me.

Gradually, Grey built up a steady rhythm inside me and I traced my hands  up and down his muscular frame. I kneaded the muscles beneath my hands  and Grey moaned in appreciation. He knew what came next. I raked my  fingernails down his back and felt him shudder as I repeated the motion  once more, digging my nails in that little bit harder.