Page 1 of Reignite

Come Away with Me

Finally.

I had Gray in my bed.

Finally.

I had him back in my life.

Forever.

I had Gray in my heart. Now, I was in his too.

For the first time since I’d met Grayson Baker in my father’s office all those years ago, he was truly mine.

This was not the way I thought we’d get to our happily ever after. We’d both put this relationship through one hell of a circus trying to find out way to each other. I could hardly wait for the rest of our lives to get started.

I wanted to call this our happily ever after.

We weren’t quite there yet.

That old familiar shield, Gray’s wall of steel that he thought protected me from him had gone back up. Even as he held me in his arms and stroked my hair, the silence felt like the eye of a category five tornado.

Or the deafening quiet of ringing ears after an explosion.

The kind of bomb like that he’d killed someone.

Gray said those words.

“Once upon a time, in a far off land, where evil thrives in the hot desert… I killed Foster Bennett.”

Then he’d completely shut down on the subject of Foster.

“I don’t understand. How—” This was the third time I’d tried to get him to tell me what happened. I mean, obviously he didn’t kill Foster Bennett as he’d just confessed to me.

The man was alive and kicking up a shitstorm. Or had been just a few hours ago.

But Gray hadn’t said he’d just killed him. He implied it had been a long time ago, somewhere far away. None of that made sense.

“I’m not talking about this with you anymore. I’ve already said too much. More will hurt you.”

“But Foster is—”

Gray silenced me by pressing his lips to mine. He licked my lips, asking for entrance, asking me to let him get away with this distraction.

I couldn’t say no to his passion. Not after he’d denied it to me for so long. I’d play his game.

And one of my own at the same time. I’d had success torturing him with pleasure to get information out of him before. Tying him to the bed and teasing it out of him by riding him like a curvy cowgirl sounded good to me.

I grabbed one of his wrists and tried to push it over his head. I was sure I had a scarf or something that would work to restrain him. Not like that had worked the last time.

“Angel. That’s not going to work. I’m not saying anything else, and the only one getting tied to the headboard and their brains fucked out is you.”

I blinked at him all innocent like. “You don’t know that’s what I was doing. Maybe I simply wanted to, uh, feel your muscles. You never let me do stuff like that you know.”

I gave his bicep a squeeze to demonstrate my totally false intentions.

Gray looked me in the eye and there was a new vulnerability in his gaze. Not an uncomfortable one, but the kind you only let a loved one see. “I know you, love. I know every inch of you. Your body and your brain. You can’t trick me any more than I can you. Not ever again.”

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