Gray’s throat bobs, considering me with a long look. “I was jealous.”
“Of what?” If anyone was jealous, it was every single person he left wanting on the dancefloor.
“Dax,” he admits. “His hands on you, touching you. I was jealous.”
That throws me off. After his monologue the night before about not getting mixed up with mortals, it’s the last thing I expected him to say.
“But you said—”
“I know what I said,” he states, leaning toward me. There’s pain in his eyes, conflict that’s clear as day, but there’s also want. Desire. The fact that any of it might even be reserved for me makes my toes curl with excitement. To want sex is one thing, but to wantmeis something else entirely. And this time? It feels like I’m what he really wants.
Still, I have to be sure.
“Jealousy comes and goes.” My throat feels thick as I speak. “I can’t… I can’t get my hopes up if I’m relying on jealousy to steer your choices.”
“That wouldn’t be fair,” he agrees with a light nod.
“Then… what changed?”
Gray’s face pinches in thought, his crimson red eyes wandering to the spots on his chest where my hands still linger.He circles both of my wrists, drawing them together at the center where his collar bones meet.
“Me.” He takes my right hand and curls it in his, bringing my knuckles flush to his lips. He doesn’t kiss them, but hovers, deep in thought. “I realized I wasn’t being fair to you at the diner.”
“You weren’t,” I agree.
“I have a very bad habit of pushing people away. It even happens when I’m trying to protect them.” The earnest look on his face tells me he’s been giving this a lot of thought. “I promise I will do better to listen to what you have to say.”
My cheeks heat, and though I want to turn away, embarrassed by his sincerity, I force myself to be in the moment. “I would appreciate that.”
“Good.” Gray nips at my knuckles. “Besides, I was very put off by your threat.”
“What threat?” I yelp at the action.
“Going our separate ways?” He shakes his head, tsking as he draws me in closer. “I don’t think I could leave knowing now what you taste like or what your scent does to me. You aren’t far from my thoughts, even in my dreams. You’re everywhere now.”
“I don’t want you to go either.” I suck in a deep breath and let it out. “Is that crazy to say? I mean, we barely know each other.”
“I’m old, Millie. Practically ancient.” He smiles, grabbing my hips with both hands as he tugs. I catch myself against his shoulders, inches from smacking our noses together. “I can practically feel the Fates pulling every single thread that’s tangling us together.”
Threads of fate? My heart leaps at the very idea. “That’s almost kind of romantic.”
“Isn’t it?” He lifts himself so his lips graze softly against mine. Finally, I let my hands wander, sliding each digit languidly from his shoulders to his abdomen.
“Millie,” he hisses my name.
“I want to feel you,” I confess. He had all the control before—now it’s my turn. I reach down in search of the zipper on his pants. He’s hard, which admittedly makes me extra hot. Since the fabric is already pulled tight against him, the zipper comes undone with relative ease. The soft head of his cock pushes through the opening, and I take it in one hand. I lean back into him for a kiss, meeting his eager lips with the same need.
His skin is so soft, I think, stroking his length.He’s thick, too.
Mimicking my actions below, I stroke the inside of his mouth with my tongue, paying extra special attention to his fangs. He thrusts up with his hips in reply, eliciting the most gratifying moan I’ve ever heard. The sound of it makes my heart race and the butterflies in my stomach dance. There’s nothing more compelling than a man moaning, except to hear him whimper when he comes.
As if it is the most basic instinct I have left, I want to draw that out of him the way he draws blood from me.
“Ahem!” someone says loudly, followed by a light tap to my shoulder.
I pull away from Gray, mortified. To our right is a young man dressed in a finely pressed suit. He looks out of place here, too pristine for a club scene. Then again, I do have Gray’s hard cock sandwiched between my hand and my own heat. The situation is pretty risque, no matter what angle you’re looking at us.
“Would you two please follow me?” the gentleman shouts above the music.
