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She gasped again when he brushed his finger over the waistband of her panties.
Purred when his hand slipped lower.
She was so wet, his own knees nearly buckled.
“Gray.” Her soft voice wasn’t protesting, so he moved his fingers, slid them into her heat.
He growled against her breast and teased her with his fingers. She panted his name. Asked for more. And when her body shattered with an orgasm, he’d never seen anything as beautiful.
He wanted to watch her again.
And again.
Chapter 13
Up, Up, And Away
Amber fluttered her eyelids open, not wanting to miss a single moment. “Gray.” Her voice was barely audible and so full of need, she should have been embarrassed.
She wasn’t, not with Gray.
His sexy, dark eyes glittered with desire and affection.
“I think I’m floating.”
His grin was feral. “Good. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Beautiful. So damn beautiful.”
She felt it. “I’ve never felt beautiful before, but you make me believe it.”
He grinned and kissed her until her knees wobbled again. Still?
She pressed her hips restlessly against his. “More.”
With a chuckle that rumbled across her skin, he kissed the spot just below her ear. “You sure?”
That made her laugh. “So sure. I want you, Gray. All of you. And I want to see you fly, want to feel you inside me when you do.”
His entire body shuddered, and she had to grin. She’d never felt sexy or powerful. Sex had always been fine. This was something else. Something on another plane.
All because it was Gray. The man she loved. A man who treasured her. A man she treasured right back.
Gray brought his mouth back to hers, and she poured her feelings into the kiss. It was too early to tell him she’d fallen in love, but she hoped to convey the depths of her feelings with her kiss.
He growled into her mouth and then moved her slowly backward until her legs bumped into something. The bed. The hideous old-fashioned wooden bed was covered with carvings of creepy snarling woodland creatures. A bed that would have to go.
But the bed was the only one in the house with a mattress. And sheets. Which she’d cleaned a few days before and put on the bed. She’d stashed condoms in the matching hideous nightstand.
“Boots, gotta get rid of the boots.”
Amber groaned at Gray’s words. “Why are we wearing work boots?”
He laughed and trailed his lips down her body, stopping at her breasts. Then he poked her with one finger, getting her to sit on the bed.
He reached for her boots, but she poked him back. “Do yours. I’ll do mine. We’ll be quicker.”
He grinned and then groaned when she bent over to reach for the boots.
His hands cupped her breasts that hung down freely. “You’re very distracting, Amber.”
