Page 66 of Scoring Grey

“What are you doing?” she questions, her brows tugged together.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m taking my clothes off.”

“I can see that. Why?”

“I’m joining you.” I drop my briefs and her mouth opens, surely to object, but no words come out when her eyes land on my hard length. The second my hands felt the silk of her robe, I started hardening, knowing I planned to join her all along, but seeing her blue dress piled on the floor coupled with the knowledge that the body I planned on reacquainting myself with was naked, instantly had me fully erect. She doesn’t protest as I stalk over to the bath. “Slide forward,” I say tenderly.

After I’m seated behind her, she slowly scoots back and settles against my front, and somehow, this moment feels more intimate than any we’ve ever shared. Sitting naked with her wrapped in my arms feels vulnerable. The physical touch, the openness, and relaxation. This time with her is all I’ve ever wanted, and I finally have it.

“I like this,” she speaks softly.

“Me too,” I say, kissing the side of her temple. I reach for one of the bath oils I added earlier and pour it between my hands before bringing them to her shoulders and slowly starting to massage. “That feels amazing, though I should be the one rubbing you. You’re the one taking hits on the ice every day.”

“I’ll never say no to you putting your hands on my body, but right now is about you. You gave me something today and?—”

“The painting?”

Technically, she gave me that too, but that’s not what I had in mind. “Your truth, the one that tore you up inside. You gave it to me. You trusted me with it and it reminded me of something Arlo said?—”

“Are you really bringing up another man while you have me naked in the bath?”

“No.” I abandon her shoulders and wrap my arms around her. “If you’d stop interrupting… When he was here, I was frustrated that I still didn’t know what happened to us. He was still protecting you, but something he said stuck. ‘When she tells you her truth and lays everything at your feet, it will be worth it because it’s then I would know without a doubt I was the keeper of her heart.’”

“For what it’s worth, I never told Arlo about what happened with your dad. When everything went down, he was hiding under your dad’s desk with a girl.”

Knowing that she didn’t choose to confide in him over me but rather their connection was one of happenstance colors our past differently. Arlo’s earlier words about her needing him resonate in a different way. My arms loosen. Unwrapping them, I let my palms skim the few short inches up her torso until the weight of her breasts is in my hands.

“I think you were right before. I don’t want to talk about other men while I have you naked in the bath,” I say as I trail my fingertips over the swell of her breasts, her skin prickling beneath my touch.

I can’t help the directions of my thoughts, and there’s a reason I wanted to put off talking about everything until tomorrow. I want her to myself, mind, soul, and body tonight. I cup her tits and push them together before pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“Mmm,” she draws out a long, throaty moan, and my dick twitches against her back. Her hand snakes around and strokes my cock, and I expel my own hoarse groan of satisfaction. “Cal?” She says my name in question, but my lips don’t move quick enough because before I can respond, she’s turning around, her mouth inches away from mine. “I want to finish what we started the other day.” Her lips brush against mine softly until I pull her hips forward, aligning her center with my hard length.

She grinds herself against me, her soft lips molding around my cock while her endless blue eyes hold me prisoner. “Fuck, Eloise. You know I want this more than anything. Don’t tease me.”

Her pretty lips hover above mine, her sweet breath skating across my eager mouth, ready to take it. “You feel so good like this,” she mutters, her voice husky as she continues to grind her pussy against my cock. Her perky tits are erect, her nipples tantalizingly dragging across my chest with each pass, and I’m enamored. I can’t take my eyes off her. Right now, she’s in control, choosing to use my body to make herself feel good… choosing to use me, and I am but a fiend.

I feel her legs stiffen, and it snaps me out of my drunken trance. “That’s it, come on my cock,” I say as I crush my mouth to hers, knowing she’s seconds away from finding her release and wanting to swallow every one of her delicious mewls. She detonates, and my chest vibrates as I let out a groan of my own when I feel her nails dig into my shoulders. Fuck, why does that turn me on so much? I let her have her moment but not for long. I need to be inside of her. As much as I don’t want to, I break our kiss and still her hips. Her hooded gaze lands on mine and nearly takes my breath away. God, it feels like I’ve waited an eternity to have it directed at me again. I pull her against my front and start to get up.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed. Once I have you, there will be no stopping.”

I lift us out of the bath with her wrapped around me and carry her to the bed, laying her down gently before settling between her spread thighs and aligning myself with her entrance.

“Go slow.”

She said that in the kitchen too, and half the reason I wasn’t fully seated and ten pumps in before coach Beck showed up was because of how fucking tight she was. I run my tip up her center, dipping it in just enough with each pass to coat my cock with her juices before pushing in.

“Blondie, relax for me, baby,” I say, peppering the side of her neck with kisses. With each kiss, I feel her loosen, but it doesn’t come without a small whimper. “Why do I feel like I’m hurting you?” I ask, finding her eyes.

She shakes her head. “You’re not hurting me. It feels good.” Her heels press into my ass. “I want this.” I gain another inch as her lips thin. “It’s just been a while.”

My heart stutters as the thought that maybe I was her last dares to flick across my mind. Sure, I kept tabs and scared off any potential suitor who thought to look her way, but maybe not soon enough. “How long is a while?”

“It’s not important. I don’t ask you about all your hookups. Don’t ask me about mine.”

“One,” I say, and her brow furrows. “One girl, one time the summer you left me before I ever found out you were pregnant.” I thought sleeping with someone else would help me get over her, but it didn’t, and it wasn’t much longer after I found out about Adler. There wasn’t going to be anyone else, not unless it was her.

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