“I told you I’m part of this now. Willingly. We made a deal, remember?” My smile is crooked.
“Yes,” he says. “I can’t forget. You made me promise to help you go home when we’re finished here.”
“You make it sound like you didn’t want to agree,” I say, trying to make it a joke.
“I was willing to do what you wanted—to make you happy,” he says quietly. “But no, I don’t want to give you up.”
Fear and hope send my heart tripping over itself. I bite my lip. “You want me to stay?”
“I do,” he says quietly.
No hesitation.
No wavering.
It guts me. Maybe that’s why I decide to tell at least one truth. “I want that too.”
8
GREY
Ibrush my fingers across the twist-tie I’ve wrapped around Lexi’s ring finger. The idea of her staying in this city—staying with me—changes everything. Even as my heart expands at her words, my muscles tense at the risk.
“You should know it will be dangerous,” I warn, the need to protect eclipsing everything else as I imagine our lives together in a place like Indigo Hills. “Living here…there will always be enemies who would try to challenge us.”
“You act like my old life was all sunshine and rainbows,” she jokes, but the shadows in her eyes remind me it’s not funny. Lexi’s never had it easy. Her smile falls away, and she adds, “At least with you, I’m not alone.”
My heart squeezes, and I reach for her, pulling her flush to my chest in a fierce embrace. Maybe, if I can just hold her tight enough, the rest of the world won’t be able to hurt her. Burying my face in her hair, I inhale the scent of her shampoo.
My cock stirs, already turned on by the way her body presses against mine.
I tilt her face up to mine, and say fiercely, “Never. You will never be alone again.”
My mouth crashes against hers, my urgency more like desperation to make my words true. Deep down, I know I can’t promise that. Not when we’re up against so much. But in this moment, all that exists is Lexi.
All that matters is showing her how I feel about her.
I kiss her like there’s no tomorrow because there isn’t. There’s only today. This moment. Her body. Mine. The pleasure between us.
My hands trail her body, noting the curves and shape of her. She’s fucking gorgeous, every inch of her, and while I want to see her without this dress on, I enjoy the way it clings to her now. My thumb brushes over her nipple, flicking it lightly, and she whimpers.
“Grey.”
That single word is a plea for more, and it completely consumes me.
My cock hardens, painfully erect against my pants.
Without breaking our kiss, I grip her ass and lift her into the air. She gasps against my mouth then wraps her legs around my waist, her dress hiking up her thighs. With my palms cupping her ass, I carry her out of the kitchen and over to the couch, setting her gently on the center cushion.
On our left, the wall of glass offers a sparkling city view—and the illusion that we’re on full display for anyone to see.
“Are those windows?—?”
“One-way glass,” I assure her, though I can’t deny I enjoy the idea that others might watch what I’m about to do to her. As long as they all know she’s mine.
Lexi unwraps her legs from my waist, and I grip her thighs with my hands, parting them to reveal the slim strip of panties she’s wearing underneath. She looks at me through lowered lashes, somehow both shy and daring me to keep going. It reminds me of the club when she gave me that lap dance. Maybe that’s why I brought her here to the couch instead of taking her to my bedroom.
“What?” she asks, noting my expression.