Page 117 of Stay for Me

There’s beauty in the darkness, and the only thing that can find that beauty, is love.

“Thank you, Gray,” I said, rising from the rocker, not taking my eyes off her.

She looked at the phone. “Is that Grayson?” she whispered when I got to her, my arm going around her waist, pulling her close.

I nodded at the same time Grayson demanded, “Put her on the phone.”

Diana heard my best friend’s rumbling voice, and her cheeks tinted a bright pink as she shook her head.

“Maybe later, Gray,” I murmured, cupping her face, my thumb sweeping across her jaw. “Gotta make my woman some breakfast.”

He chuckled. “Later.”

“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said, dropping my lips to hers.

Her fingers fisted my T-shirt as I tilted her head to the side, forcing her mouth open with my tongue. A soft whimper left her then, my tongue touching hers. I kissed her gently, savoring her as I backed her into the wall, pressing my body against hers. Her hands snaked up my chest, over my shoulders to hook around my neck, her breasts pressed against me now, the sheet still between us. My cock, already hard and ready for her slick heat again, wept in my jeans.

She pulled away, gasping for air as my lips moved over her jaw and down her neck, my hands dropping to her ass, grabbing two delicious handfuls. “Mags?” she called, her breath hitching as my tongue tasted the sensitive skin at her neck.

“Yes, Firefly?” I rumbled, my hips flexing.

“I—um—what happens now?”

My head shot up, my hands dipping lower to hook underneath her thighs. “What happens now,” I began, growling as I lifted her, “is I get to eat my breakfast.” Her legs wrapped around my waist as I walked back into the cabin, the sheet trailing behind us as I kicked the door shut and headed into the kitchen.

“Your breakfast?” she parroted softly as I set her down on the island.

My hands slide up from her ass to her bare waist, the sheet still covering her front. “Yeah,” I whispered. “My breakfast.”

Before she could utter a word, I pulled the sheet from her, gently eased her back, propped her heels on the edge of the counter top, and pushed her legs open, revealing her little groomed pussy. The morning light reflected off her arousal, glistening for me, and I felt my balls tighten. I braced my hands on either side of her hips, leaned down, and inhaled deeply.

“Mags,” she breathed when I blew the air onto her swollen clit. My eyes shot up, finding her face. Instantly, I knew something was wrong.

I sat up and pulled her feet off the counter before reaching for her hands, pulling her up. “What is it?” I demanded, my hands cupping face as I scanned her eyes. Her cheeks, which were already flushed, grew even more pink, reminding me of the heaven I’d just left. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I—” She looked away from me, clearing her throat. I slowly dropped my hands.

“Talk to me,” I pleaded. “No matter how much I wish to, I can’t read your mind.”

Her voice was soft, timid. “Maybe we could move this into the bedroom?”

“We can do whatever you want,” I replied instantly, and her eyes found mine again. When she didn’t say anything, I prompted gently, “We don’t have todoanything, Diana.”

Those hazel eyes I loved so much widened, panic swirling within them. “No, that’s not—of course I want to have sex again.” I felt my lips twitch as she continued to trip over her words. In all the years I’d known her, I’d never seen her so flustered. “I just—you know—um—”

“Firefly,” I called out gently.

“Yes?”

“Are you more comfortable in the bedroom?” I guessed. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”

Her eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second. “I’m more comfortable anywhere there’s not a lot of light.”

I stiffened. “What?”

She ran her hand through her hair before gesturing to all the windows in the kitchen and the living room. “Before, you know, when we…” she trailed off. “Made love.” She looked at me, waiting for me to correct her.

“Yes, Firefly, that’s what we did,” I told her, my voice firm. “It was beautiful, and I loved every damn second of it.”

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