He’s not planning on going anywhere tonight.
A warm, electric sensation spreads out from deep in my belly down between my legs. My breathing is instantly shallow and his eyes are drawn to the base of my neck, where my rapid heartbeat is visible. A muscle in his jaw ticks, as he swallows hard before he turns the key in the ignition and forces his eyes front and forward.
Much like the last time he drove me home, the air charged with sexual tension, he opens the front door with my keys and pulls me inside. His mouth is on mine even as he’s backing me up against the door. I drop the bag with the containers of leftovers on the floor and my hands find purchase in his hair.
Holy fuck, the man can kiss.
He pulls back when we run out of air, his eyes white-hot on mine as we both pant open-mouthed, catching our breath. But when I lift up to resume the kiss, he places two firm hands on my shoulders and takes a step back.
“Slow down.”
“Why?” My voice comes out breathlessly.
He bends down, picks the plastic bag off the floor and carries it through to the kitchen. I follow behind and watch as he shrugs out of his coat before taking a couple of plates down from the cupboard.
“You haven’t eaten yet.”
“I’m not that hungry,” I protest, hanging my coat on a kitchen chair. That’s not entirely true, but I have more pressing matters on my mind right this minute. Distractedly I stroke the cat, who is curled up on the seat.
“Robin, I don’t want to rush,” he says, bracing his hands on the counter, eyeing me from under his eyebrows. “We don’t need to rush, we have all the time, and I don’t want to risk missing a single treasured moment. We’ve missed enough already.”
“Okay,” I respond immediately, moved by his words.
He’s right. Time has moved along for both of us, but we had our eyes closed. I want to have them wide open from here on out.
A corner of his mouth pulls up and his eyes crinkle with his lopsided smile.
“Let’s get you fed, and then in the shower.”
He has already turned away when he adds the last, and a shiver of anticipation runs down my back. Visions of wet skin and droplets caught in the coarse hair on his chest. Soap-slicked hands exploring freely and bodies sliding together.
“Drink?”
I have to blink a few times to clear my vision and feel my face heating. Gray is watching me over his shoulder with heat in his eyes.
“Ice water,” I blurt out and he laughs.
A hearty, genuine laugh that seems to come from his toes. It’s a beautiful sound, and I file it away like one of those treasured moments Gray was talking about.
Determined to live in the moment, I pull a few candles and matches out of a drawer of the armoire and set them on the table. While Gray slides the plates on the table, I light them.
“Nice.”
“It’s Christmas, we should have candles.”
“Yeah,” he grins, sitting down at the table. “Nice.”
I pick up the kitten and drop him on the couch before taking the seat across from Gray.
We eat in silence but manage to hold an entire conversation with our eyes, and the moment I put my fork down, Gray is already on his feet.
Leaving the dirty dishes on the table, I follow him to the bedroom. He’s already taking off his dress shirt and the T-shirt underneath. I follow suit, stripping down and tossing everything in the direction of my hamper. I’ll worry about laundry tomorrow.
His erection springs free when he pushes down his jeans and boxer briefs and I can’t help staring. He slowly straightens, his eyes taking me in as well. I’m not sure who moves first but the next moment our bodies are plastered together, his mouth devouring mine.
“Shower,” he mumbles against my lips, before grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him to the bathroom, where he bends down to turn on the shower.
“Lean your head back,” he instructs when we step under the stream, and I do as he says.
His hands are heaven on my scalp as he washes my hair with more care than it usually receives from me. My eyes are closed as I take in the fresh scent of my shampoo and the sensation of his massaging fingers. He rinses it and I almost whimper when he pulls his hands away. Then it’s my turn to do his hair and he groans with his eyes closed.
“Feels so good, Sunshine.”
Gray
“Merry Christmas to me.”
A little smile forms on her lips at my words as she lies back on the bed, her body and hair still damp from the most sensual shower I’ve ever taken. My hands have run over every inch of her, slicked with soap, discovering her body with my touch.
My own skin still tingles from her strokes, my dick is painfully hard, but what takes my breath away is the trust in Robin’s eyes. Fucking makes me feel like a whole man instead of a shadow of one.
“Come here,” she says, her hand reaching for me.
I put a knee in the mattress and crawl up between her legs. I kiss the tight nest of curls at the apex of her thighs, the scar running across her lower abdomen, the soft skin of her belly, the swells of her generous breasts, the heartbeat at her throat, and finally her luscious lips. Her arms and legs wrap me tightly and with our mouths fused, I slide into her.
Time doesn’t exist, only the feel of her welcoming body enveloping me.
“Mom?”
The house is silent when I push open the door.
“Mom?”
From the hallway I get a glimpse of the kitchen where the cordless phone is in pieces on the floor, in front of the stove.
I can feel it, I can even smell it, and my feet
