Page 81 of Hello Handsome
“Me?” She smiled, tugging me down to kiss her. “That was all you.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but she kissed me again. Her tongue teased the seam of my lips, and I parted them to let her in. God, I would never get tired of kissing her, of having her this close. I couldn’t believe I’d let fear hold me back for so damn long.
She reached down, her hand squeezing my cock, and I nearly came. “I can tell how much you want me,” she murmured between kisses.
“So bad,” I moaned, trying not to spill in my underwear.
“Then take me.” She tugged against the band of my boxers, but I pulled back, catching her hand in mine.
“It’s been a long six months without you, Aggie. I won’t last long now.”
She bit her bottom lip, the flesh already full of color. “Is that a bad thing?”
I shuddered, thankful for the permission I needed. I took off my underwear and kicked them to the side. My cock was so hard it hurt. She ran her hand over it, tracing the pad of her thumb through precum, and I nearly choked. “Fuck,” I hissed.
“I know,” she murmured, lying back down on the bed and parting her luscious thighs for me.
I knelt before her, bracketing my hands outside her shoulders. She wrapped her hands on my forearms and her thighs around my hips. Her wide brown eyes were encouraging, kind, warm, just like the rest of her.
And I felt something I hadn’t known I needed: I felt safe.
I lowered my hips, angling my cock at her entrance, and slowly pushed inside, holding on to my release for dear life.
I wanted to feel this, to experience it all with her for as long as I possibly could.
Her tight, wet warmth squeezed around my cock, and her stomach was soft against mine as I pulled back and lowered into her again. My mind threatened to spin, to bring up thoughts of the past or feelings of guilt, but I kept my eyes on Aggie.
She was right there with me. Holding me. Telling me how good I felt.
And when I couldn’t hold back anymore, I released inside her.
Something in me came loose as I slowly pulled out of her and lay beside her on the bed, our naked skin damp with exertion. She watched me with cautious eyes. “How do you feel?” she whispered. She almost looked afraid, and my heart jerked at her uncertainty.
“Come here,” I whispered, opening my arms.
She accepted the invitation, letting me hold her, and I kissed the top of her head over her mussed hair.
“I love you,” I whispered. My eyes were hot, and I closed them, feeling a tear slide down my cheek. “I love you so damn much.”
51
AGGIE
Grayand I lay in bed for a few moments before the rest of the world worked its way into our minds. I turned in his arms to face him, saying, “It’s your son’s wedding night. We should get back out there.”
He gave me a wry smile. “Are you sure we can’t stay in here all night?”
I chuckled, sliding out from his arms to begin the search for my clothes. “Kids come first, right?”
“Right,” he agreed. He pushed out of bed, and between the two of us, we found all of our clothing. Once my dress was on, I went to the bathroom off his bedroom. I washed up and then fiddled with my hair, but my eye makeup was smudged, and I probably smelled like sex anyway.
I opened the door to find Gray tucking the pocket square into his suit jacket. When he looked up at me, there was a peaceful smile on his face. “Ready?”
With a nervous shrug, I said, “I feel so obvious. Everyone’s going to know we were hooking up.”
His eyebrows arched as he stepped closer to me, six feet of swagger. “Is that what we were doing?” There was a slight curve to his lips that had my cheeks heating.
“What would you call it?”
