So when he knocked gently on my bedroom door and stepped in, I didn’t say a word. I just opened my arms and let him in.
He slid under the covers and pulled me close, his hand curling protectively around my waist.
“I missed you,” he whispered against my shoulder.
I turned in his arms. I was so scared of the past and what might happen if I finally let it go. I stared into his hazel eyes and breathed, “I missed you, too.”
His lips found mine, soft and searching at first, then deeper. Hungrier. Like all the fear and worry of the last few days spilled out in how he touched me.
Our clothes came off slowly, reverently. He kissed down my chest, across my stomach, and looked up at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“You’re safe, my honey bee,” he murmured, voice hoarse.
And when he thrust inside me, it was like coming home.
We didn’t rush. We took our time, exploring, remembering, and building something unbreakable with every breath and whispered promise. I knew, deep down, that there was no going back. Greyson was my person and I was madly in love with him.
I lifted my head and looked at him, into his stormy hazel eyes. “I’m falling for you, Grey, hard.”
He looked back at me and smiled. “Same here, Bee. Although I don’t think I ever stopped.”
I lay my head on his chest and listened to his heart beating, slow and precise. And when we finally fall asleep, tangled together, I knew I’d never feel alone again.
Chapter 23
Greyson
The next morning, I watched her barefoot in my kitchen, wearing my shirt and humming as she poured coffee.
Blair.
My honey bee.
Everything about her felt like mine, and not in the possessive way. In the forever way.
She caught me staring and grinned. “What?”
“Just thinking I could get used to mornings like this.”
“You already have,” she teased, handing me a mug.
I pulled her close, brushing a kiss over her temple. “I meant it, last night. I’m yours. If you’ll have me.”
Her smile softened. “You already are.”
Before I could respond, she pushed herself on her toes and kissed my lips.
“Bee,” I growl, and take her into my arms.
I kiss her passionately; my love for this girl is all-consuming.
“Devour me,” she says, and I waste no time. I lift her and place her on the countertop.
“Let me taste you,” I say, and slide her shorts off, throwing them on the kitchen floor.
I slowly kiss her inner thigh, working my way to her core. She moans in approval and tilts her head back.
“Yes Grey,” she moans and I work my tongue over her slit, sucking and teasing her. “Oh fuck, I am so close,” she says, grabbing a fist full of my hair. I smirk and up my pace, sucking her clit and put two fingers inside her, slowly pumping in and out. I quicken my pace, fingering her as I twirl my tongue. She grabs my head and pushes my face deeper into her core. I give her everything I have, worshipping her like she deserves.
