“Why?” she teased. “Got something else in mind?”
“Maybe.” He brushed his erection against her ass and slid his hands down to her breasts. “Maybe I’m in a hurry to get back in your zone.”
“By all means.” She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, attacking his mouth with fifteen hours of pent-up need. She sucked his tongue between her lips and pushed her breasts into his chest, making sure he didn’t doubt for a second how much she’d missed him.
“Mmm.” He squeezed her ass and ground his cock into her belly. “I want to be in all of your zones at once. How am I supposed to pick?”
“You can have any of them in any order you’d like.” She trailed her fingers down his muscled torso and toyed with his zipper. Damn shame that tonight he was wearing a shirt and jeans, but that just gave her more clothing to enjoy taking off him. “All-access pass.”
“I like the sound of that.” He hauled her up in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her across the deck to the hot tub. “Kick off your shoes.”
The gleam in his eyes made her dart a nervous glance over her shoulder. “Uh, Gray…”
He was already reaching behind himself to help her get them off. Luckily she’d only worn slingbacks tonight and not those crazy boots of Harper’s. “Don’t Gray me. You’re on my turf. We play by my rules.”
Amusement had her lifting her chin as he pulled off one of her shoes then the other. “Oh yeah? Is that so?”
“It’s completely so.” He dipped his head to bite her nipple through her top and she let out a moan. “If you’re good¸ I’ll sing you the song I wrote for you while I fuck you.”
She couldn’t stop the shiver. “You’re in some mood tonight.”
“Oh, you have no idea. It’s almost like I’m an all new man.” Stopping at the side of the hot tub, he cocked an eyebrow. “Want kind of underwear you got on under there, sugar?”
Already whipping out the sugar nickname. Damn. “Take a guess.”
Apparently that was the wrong time to play coy, because he dumped her into the Jacuzzi, laughing uproariously while she squealed and sputtered. “I’d rather see for myself.” He feinted left to avoid her wildly splashing hands, lifting his head only to proclaim, “Pink bra, huh? I approve.”
“Gray Duffy, you are so dead,” she shrieked, whipping her sopping shirt over her head and throwing it. He took the hit square in the chest, still laughing.
She couldn’t help laughing too as she removed her soaked skirt and panties as fast as possible and dumped them on the deck. Then she moved to his side of the hot tub and grabbed the waistband of his jeans to drag him close for a hot, wet kiss. “I fucking hate you,” she breathed between kisses.
“Liar. You know you love me.” He didn’t give her time to reply before he undid the clasp of her bra and filled his hands with her slick breasts. “And I love you. And these.” He ducked his head and slipped his mouth over her nipple, drawing it against the roof of his mouth. “God. I’ve missed you today. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you again.”
She wove her fingers into his hair and tipped back her head to smile up at the ceiling of stars. It felt like they were shining straight onto her. Through her. “We have a lot of time to make up for.”
“We do. But we have forever to catch up.”
He stepped back long enough to shuck his shirt and jeans then joined her in the hot tub. It took him all of five seconds to pull her on his lap and another five to slip inside her. She gasped at the sudden shock of his intrusion before the brief sting dulled into pleasurable fullness. She gripped his shoulders and rose up experimentally, sinking down again with a moan that he echoed in her ear.
“You feel perfect.” He bit her lobe. “Like you’re mine.”
She’d never wanted anything more. “Yes,” she whispered, fearing her voice would crack if she tried to speak any louder. She toyed with his eyebrow ring, riveted by the sight of his gorgeous face transformed by the same passion that was blossoming inside her. “You’re mine too.”
“I always have been.” He grabbed her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers, the center of her palm, the inside of her wrist. “You own me. So…”
She rose up again and slid down, searching for the perfect angle to rub her piercing against him to generate more friction. She gasped as she found it, then swiveled her hips as she made the trip back up his erection. “So…” she repeated, licking the side of his neck. His skin tasted salty and he smelled like a different soap. This one held hints of cinnamon, like Red Hots. She brushed her nose along his jaw, inhaling greedily, desperate for all of his scents and flavors.