Chapter 28
Blair
His hand never left mine on the drive back.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. The silence between us hummed with everything we hadn’t said but had already agreed on.
When we pulled into his driveway, Greyson killed the engine and looked at me.
“This okay?”
The question wasn’t about the house. It was about us.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Take me inside.”
The front door closed behind us, and before I could blink, his hands were on my waist, pulling me in like he’d been waiting years to touch me like this. Maybe he had. Perhaps I had too.
He kissed me against the wall, deep and sure, and I melted into him.
His mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, to my neck, his breath hot as he whispered, “You taste like honey and something I’ve missed my whole damn life.”
I reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head. He was warm and solid and a little scruffy, heaven.
“Bedroom,” I murmured.
He didn’t make me say it twice.
We tumbled onto his sheets, breathless, laughing, wild with want. The laughter faded quickly, replaced by the kind of quiet that only comes when you’re completely naked, not just in body, but in trust.
Greyson was everywhere, his hands, mouth, and voice coaxing my name like a promise.
“Tell me what you need,” he whispered.
“You.”
He paused, brushing his fingers down my thigh. “No walls?”
“No walls.”
His eyes locked with mine. “I love you, Bee.”
The sound of it undid me.
I kissed him like it was the last time, the only time. He touched me like I was a miracle, like he couldn’t believe I was real. And when he finally slid into me, slow and deep, my breath hitched, and everything else fell away.
There were no ghosts in that room. No past. No fear. Just him. Just me.
We moved together like we’d been made for this.
And maybe we had. He moved in slow and steady strokes, ensuring he gave me every part of himself.
I never had someone make sex feel this way; raw, emotional, tender, and all-consuming.
I soak in this moment, engraining it into my mind.
I never want this to end. I never knew I could love someone this much.
My whole world revolves around him, like we were made for each other.
I raise my hips slightly, take him fully.
He grunts and looks me in the eyes. His gorgeous hazel eyes that I could stare at forever.
“I love you, Bee, always and forever.” A tear rolls down my cheek, and he brushes it away.
“More Grey,” I say, digging my nails into his back.
He picks up the pace and I feel myself close.
“Come for me, Bee, let it all go,” he says, and I come undone.
I wrap my legs around him and scream his name.
I rode out the high as long as I could. I felt him stiffen, and he picked up his pace again, slamming into me.
He whispers my name when he comes, holding me like I might disappear.
I kiss his chest, his throat, his lips, until he is gasping and grinning and pulling me back under with him.
We make love again. Slower. Sleepier. Softer.
And when I wake hours later, tangled in his arms, I don’t feel scared. I feel at home.