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      Gray paused, his face less than an inch from mine as we lay on my pillows, staring at each other with nothing but the moonlight to illuminate the room. His hot breath wafted across my mouth and my lips parted, ready for his kiss but he moved down my body, kissing his way along my jaw line, down my neck, which he knew I loved, and along my collarbone.

      His thumb worked its way inside my bra and flicked a nipple. I think I cried out, made some sort of noise, a groan maybe. Gray's lips closed around it and sucked gently, just enough to pull the breath from my body and a guttural moan from the back of my throat.

      I let go of his cock, used that hand to brace myself against the mattress so I could push against his mouth and all too soon grew even more impatient, ran my fingers through his hair, grasping the back of his head as tightly as I could and held him there.

      He stopped, propped himself up on one elbow and did nothing more than look down at my skin, tracing a path across my chest with occasional kisses and flicks of his tongue. I wriggled under his touch, desperate to be naked, for him to be inside me.

      Fiddling with the clasp, I undid my bra and dropped it over the side of the bed.

      "I wanted to do that."

      "You were taking too long."

      He huffed against my neck, a barely-perceptible laugh under his breath. "Well, I don't want to rush it, but damn, I'm having a hard time controlling myself here."

      "So don't." Lying down, I tried to shrug and managed to twitch my shoulders. I paused before going for his waistband. "You really need to get these off, Gray."

      In one swift movement which shocked me with its

grace, he sat up with his legs over the side of the bed and shuffled out of his jeans and shorts. I watched, mesmerized by the way the moonlight played on his upper arm muscles. The only thing that could improve that look is a tattoo, I thought, wondering why Gray had never got himself inked. Most guys of his age whom I knew—my brother included— had some sort of mark on their bodies.

      "Piper?" His head turned. He'd noticed my stillness.

      Shaking myself out of it, I ran a hand down his arm, from his well-defined shoulder muscles to the back of his hand. "Just watching."

      "Your turn." He lay back down beside me, started fiddling with the button on my jeans, laughing helplessly when he failed to undo it. "Not as slick as I like to think I am, eh?"

      "Gray. I'll do it. You should... in the top drawer."

      A momentary pause before he spoke. "Oh." He turned away, the drawer slid open and he groped around while I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and slid out of them, naked in seconds. Normally I liked to undress and be undressed by a man but not now, not when there was only one thing on my mind.

      Foil tore and Gray tutted, muttering as he fiddled with the condom. "There," he said once he'd rolled it into place. "Thank God," he added in a whisper, turning to me.

      His hand slid up my thigh and between my legs but I pushed it away, and hooked my leg around his to make it clear I didn't want to waste any more time with foreplay.

      Groaning, he pushed inside me and let out a throaty growl as he rolled me onto my back.

      I gasped soundlessly as he slid all the way in, meeting with some resistance as he'd barely touched me until that moment but I didn't care; I'd wanted him inside me and now he was.

      He stopped and whispered, his mouth against my ear, his fringe tickling my shoulder, "Are you okay?"

      Giving no reply, I hooked my ankles together behind his back, this time gasping out loud. The sensation of being forced open, full up, was addictive. I wanted more, didn't want this ever to stop, no matter how jarring it was when he first moved inside me.

      "Piper." Gray placed his hands on either side of my head, entangled his fingers in my hair and held me still as he spoke. "Are you okay?"

      I nodded, but he asked it again, wanted a vocal reply. I was scared that if I attempted to speak I'd be capable of little more than a gasp.

      "Yeah. Yes," I added. Good. I'd managed to say something coherent.

      His hips ground into mine, once, at the exact moment the tip of his tongue parted my lips and his kiss drew another gasp from me. He stopped, paused, did it again and my insides turned to liquid.

      "I love the noise you make when I move inside you. I love being inside you." Another kiss. No tongues, just his lips on mine. "God, you've no idea." He buried his head in the curve of my shoulder, shuddered, and took a deep breath.

      "Tell me what it feels like." I unhooked my ankles, drew my legs up the sides of his body and slid my hands down his back, scratching, and he groaned.

      Gray lifted his head, propped himself up on his forearms and leaned in so his face was less than an inch from mine. "Tell you what it feels like? To be inside you?"

      Few things turned me on more than a man on the edge of losing control so yes, I wanted to know what it felt like for him to be inside me and I wanted to know what he wanted.

      "Tight." His face contorted into a mask of pleasure bordering on pain. "You've got no idea what it feels like. I can't describe it."

      "Try."

      He jerked forward from the hips and shook his head. "Oh God, Piper, I'm gonna come so quickly if you don't stop moving like that. I can't stand it."

      "Move over. Lie back. Let me do all the work." I pushed him back, rolled over, tightening my grip on his cock so he didn't slip out, loving the helpless groans he released as we changed position.

      Gripping my hips, he arched his back as I moved, only allowing him to slide an inch out of me before forcing him back in. His shoulders again dug into the mattress but I grabbed his hands and let all my weight fall forward onto

them, forcing him back onto the bed.

      He strained up for a kiss but I denied him, watching his face as I circled my hips. My movements got faster the more desperate and helpless his gasps became.

      The heat inside me increased, made me feel like I was going to explode and I sat up straight, forcing all of his cock into me in one movement. He thrust up, deeper and again grabbed for my hips and by this time I was too lost to protest or force him back down.

      "Gray..." I'd intended to say his name but it came out in a low moan. "Gray."

      There must have been something in my voice to tell him how close I was because he pulled himself up, leaning back slightly, propped up on one hand while the other stroked my breast, the thumb flicking the nipple. "Say it." And he took my nipple into his mouth. The sensation of him sucking at me as I rode him was so intense I could barely think, let alone speak.

      "I'm...coming," I managed to stutter, grabbing the back of his head, forcing him to suck harder as I ground into him. "Oh God, I'm gonna come, Gray, I'm coming..." I pushed him back, forced him to lie down again and came hard, throwing myself forward, leaning on his chest, my entire lower body helpless; I couldn't move it at all.

      "You." Gray held my hips to steady me as I collapsed onto him and gasped against his neck. "You are fucking amazing."

      "But... but what about you?" Suddenly shy after my loss of control, I felt better about murmuring against his skin rather than looking him in the eyes.

      "What about me?"

      "You haven't come yet. And...and..." I took a few deep breaths before trying again. "I can't control my legs. I can't sit up."

      "Well then." He embraced me tightly with both arms and shifted his weight so that we rolled onto our sides, with him still inside me, still hard, sliding more easily now given my post-orgasmic wetness. "Looks like I'll have to take over. And you," he said, stopping momentarily to nibble my earlobe, "will just have to lie there and take it." ~ * ~

      Something nagged at the back of my mind, disturbing my peace. I became aware of a weight beside me, a reassuring presence acting as a counterbalance against the insistent—

      Ringing.

      I groaned, rubbed my eyes and tried to ignore it.

      Turning over in bed, I reached over Gray—ah, Gray, of course—apologized and groped around on the floor for my handbag. We'd knocked it off my bedside table during our games the night before.

      "Oh don't apologize," he said with a sleepy laugh. My breasts were squashed against his chest and I swore he had a gentleman's early morning 'problem'.

      "It's my alarm. Shit, I forgot to switch it off last night. Sorry. Damn, I'm always doing that on my days off." I fumbled in my bag for the phone and when I found it, pressed the off button without checking for voicemails or texts. "There." I burrowed back under the covers. "Switched the whole thing off so we won't be disturbed again."

      "Good."

      "We can go back to sleep."

      "That wasn't why I said 'good'."

      Opening my eyes again, I shivered at the smirk tugging at his lips.

      "Wouldn't want to be disturbed, would we?" The smirk became a toothy grin.

      "Gray, it's seven in the morning. Aren't you tired?" Pause. "Again?"

      "Again. Besides, you know what happens first thing in the morning."

      "No I don't, Gray Bradford." My attempt to look and sound innocent more than likely failed.

      "Ah, that's right." At this his voice dropped to a whisper. "We've never woken up together before."

      "So why don't you tell me what happens first thing in the morning?"

      "Better yet." He took my hand and guided it back under the duvet. "Why don't I show you?"

      My muscles ached, pleasantly so, and my back felt like it had been twisted into a thousand different positions but when I gripped his erection, the moan from his lips immediately had me switched on again. It was more to do with his reaction to me and what I did to him.

      Seeing the look on Gray's face when he came, listening to the sounds he made, hearing the words he hissed in my ear as his breathing built to a roaring crescendo, the thought of all of those conspired to turn me on and there hadn't truly been a time that previous night when I'd thought, no, I've had enough. I'm done.

      "Aren't you tired of it yet?" I asked, sliding my hand along the length of his cock, and it grew still harder as I stroked. "Tired of me?"

      "Hell no." He lay back, a smile on his face. "I can't decide whether I want to take my time and enjoy every second or..." His voice trailed away and I wasn't sure if he was lost in what I was doing to him, or fearful of completing the sentence. He bit his lip. "Or I could..."

      "Tell me."

      "I could fuck you hard. And fast."

      Nudging his lips apart with my own, I ran the tip of my tongue around the corners of his mouth and he leaned in, pressed his body against mine and this sign of his need for release flooded me with warmth and anticipation. Sore inside, I still wanted him. "I don't think you could. You must be tired by now. Spent."

      He raised his eyebrows. "Is that a challenge?"

      Smiling sweetly, I batted my eyelashes. "You could say that."

      He pulled his head away from me, broke off our intermittent kisses and stared. "You have no idea how much you're turning me on with that sort of talk, do you?"

      "I think I do." I indicated what I was doing to him under the covers.

      He ran a hand through my hair, grasping, pulling, and he made me cry out.

      "Piper." His tongue teased my own, forced its way into my mouth even as he pushed himself at me from the hips, groaning as I tightened my grip. I'd never met a man who appreciated a hand job like Gray Bradford; he made me believe I must be doing it so right. "I can't take my time with you, not now. I get hard, I want to fuck you, I can't control myself."

      "Then do it," I said between kisses and looked him in the eyes. Said it. "Fuck me."

      "Damn, I could come right here and now with you speaking like that." He pushed away, lay on his back, stared at the ceiling as he took a shuddering breath. "Okay, I need to see to this quick." Again, he opened my bedside cabinet drawer and fumbled for a little foil packet. As he held it to his mouth to rip the corner with his teeth, his hands trembled and I thought, that's my fault. I'm the one doing that to him.

      His hands disappeared under the covers. "Come here, you." He slipped an arm round my waist, slid it over my backside and pulled my leg around his hip. With the same hand he guided himself, sliding into me slowly but easily. He looked straight into my eyes as he did so, smiling faintly and studying me as he moved, easing himself in inch by inch. "Are you okay?" he murmured. "Does that feel good?"

      "Uh-huh." I put my hand to the side of his face and ran my thumb along his bottom lip. As his thrusts became more forceful my fingers dug into his skin.