Page 64 of Blood Money

He gripped her thighs, his tongue still probing and licking, eliciting the most glorious, orgasmic aftershocks she had ever experienced. She could only imagine how wonderful it would feel to have him inside her.

As if reading her mind, Gray muttered something that sounded like condom, and then he was gone. Less than a minute later, he returned. Alex was still breathing hard, gasping. When Gray eased onto the bed next to her, he turned her on her side to face him and began kissing her again. Lord, but the man could kiss, and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue.

“You taste so damned sexy,” he whispered.

He covered her body with his. She clasped her legs over the backs of his thighs, loving his warm skin against hers. Beneath her hands, his ass muscles clenched. She slid her hands up his sides and along his upper arms, reveling in the thickly muscled strength and power.

“Keep touching me,” she whispered as he kissed his way down her neck to her left breast, rocking his cock against her the entire way down. “Don’t stop.” When his mouth fastened on her nipple and began sucking, Alex realized what a turn-on it was to have a man feasting on her breasts. No, not any man. Gray.

He grabbed the foil package that he must have tossed onto the bedside table while she’d been recovering from the amazing orgasm. As he tore open the wrapper, she stared at his impressive package. Not that she was particularly experienced, but there was no doubting he was large, long, and thick. It occurred to her that she hadn’t been with a man since becoming pregnant with Nicky. Seven years. Seven long years. Could she really take all of him in?

“Sweetheart, I won’t hurt you,” Gray said softly. “We’ll take it slow, and you tell me if it hurts. Okay?” He stroked the side of her face, a gentle gesture from such a large man.

Alex had never felt so safe or cherished in her entire life.

She caressed his lightly stubbled cheek. “I know that. It’s just—been a long time since…”

“Since you’ve had a man inside you?”

The smile he gave her made her heart squeeze then thump wildly. She was standing on the edge of that emotional precipice—a hair’s breadth from falling even more crazy in love with the man who was about to become her lover.

She nodded. “Yes.”

In another gesture so sweet it tugged on her heart, he kissed her gently, softly, as if to reassure her. He reached between them and positioned himself at her core, rubbing the thick head of his cock against her slick lips.

Slowly, he pushed inside. She gasped and arched her back. Even with his gentleness and patience, her tight walls were unaccustomed to his size.

Gray froze. “Are you all right? Am I hurting you?”

“Just give me a moment.” She pulled his head down, and as he kissed her softly, tenderly, her womb flooded with moisture, and she urged him deeper until he was fully sheathed. The intimacy of the act combined with his overwhelming gentleness was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.

Beneath her seeking fingertips, Gray’s shoulder muscles tightened. He was tense and shaking. She opened her eyes to see his were tightly shut. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and she understood what it was costing him to hold back.

“Open your eyes.” When he complied, she smiled at the sincere look of worry and caring on his handsome face. “You aren’t hurting me.” To prove it, Alex began moving beneath him, rocking until her hips met his in a gentle rhythm. With every stroke, she took him in deeper, hooking her legs higher on his ass, allowing him to penetrate her even more. “Kiss me again.”

And he did. With every thrust, his tongue ravaged her mouth in the same erotic rhythm. “You okay?” he asked, pausing to give them both a minute to catch their breath.

She nodded, and with every meeting of their bodies came closer and closer to the edge. Wanting more, needing more, Alex rocked faster. Their hips slapped together. Sweet tension built in her core until her vaginal walls tightened.

She gripped his biceps, digging her nails into his skin.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He fastened his mouth on her neck.

“Oh. Oh!” The tightness in Alex’s core spread like an earthquake from its epicenter.

Gray lifted her hips, driving deeper. She threw back her head, covered her mouth with her forearm, and cried out his name. Flashes of light brightened the darkness behind her closed lids.

He pumped once, twice more inside her before groaning against her throat. Even through the condom, Alex felt the force of his semen pummel the thin, vinyl sheath.

For several moments, neither of them moved. Their chests rose and fell, both gasping for air. Gray slid his arm around her back and pulled her on her side to face him. He tucked her head against his chest. Beneath her cheek, his heartbeat gradually slowed, as did hers. Alex smiled against his warm, damp skin. He was still buried deep inside her, and it felt…right. She wanted this. Wanted to wake up to this man every morning and fall asleep tucked against his side every night.

So much for my resolve.

Alex opened her eyes to find Gray’s were closed, a slight smile at his lips. A moment later he opened his eyes and kissed her.

And Alex fell in love.

Chapter Fifteen