Chapter 31
Ivy
Game day. Gray comes out of the bedroom, and it’s all I can do not to swallow my tongue. All the guys wear suits to the stadium, but I wasn’t expecting Gray to look so hot in one. Dressed in a charcoal pinstripe three-piece suit with a crisp white shirt and an ice-blue tie, he’s long and lean and gorgeous. Like my own extra-tall James Bond.
I resist the urge to strip him. There isn’t time; he’s expected downstairs in about five minutes.
He gives me a searching look and an uncomfortable laugh. “Why are you staring at me like that? Shit...” He shifts his feet. “I look like an asshole, don’t I?”
Shaking my head, I walk over to him. Or rather, I stalk him, because I still want a bite. His smile is lopsided when I stop before him.
“Damn,” I say on a sigh. “You are fine in this suit.”
I smooth my hand down one silky lapel and press into the solid wall of muscle hiding beneath it.
Gray grunts as if I’m talking nonsense, but he blushes as his hands settle on my hips. “Want to play dress-up later?”
“Yeah.” Gently, I run my knuckle down his stomach, stopping at his belt buckle, loving the way he sucks in a breath and nudges forward with his hips as if to urge me lower. I glide my knuckle back and forth along his waistband. “We can play Interrogate the Spy.”
Gray lowers his head and nips my earlobe. “You gonna be a spy, Mac?”
“No. You are. I’ll tie you to a chair and do dirty things to make you talk.”
A full-body shudder wracks Gray, and his fingers tighten on my hips. But he takes a breath and steps back. “Damn it, Mac,” he says with a husky laugh, “I can’t be boarding the team bus with a massive hard-on.”
“I kind of like the image, but okay.” Putting some needed distance between us, I lean against the arm of the couch. “I hear your dad is going to be at the game.”
His nose wrinkles on a scowl. “Way to go with the bone kill. Yeah, I suppose he is.” Gray fidgets with the white cuffs peeking out from his coat sleeves. “And how the hell did you know that, anyway?”
“Pfft. I’ve got connections you can only dream of.” My teasing fades. “Are you going to talk to him?”
Not looking at me, Gray shrugs. “Maybe. I guess after the game.”
“Just get it over with, Gray. Like ripping off a bandage.”
He makes a rude noise, then eyes me. “And then we celebrate with a little bondage and light sexual torture?”
I laugh. “Not my choice of words, but yeah, that’s what we’ll do.”
His smile is devious. In two steps he has me. Soft lips kiss my forehead, eyes, nose, chin, mouth. “Every inch, Mac.”
I press a kiss to his lips. “Every inch, Gray. Now go kick some ass.”