Page 28 of Craved By Gray
“Downtown. Saint has me training the new prospects on surveillance techniques.”
I smile at that. “Trying to create mini versions of you?” I tease. From the moment we got married and decided to settle down, Gray cut back on his riskier jobs, picking those that didn’t require him to be gone overnight. Now he is more careful with the kinds of gambles he takes and makes sure he was in bed with me every night.
“As long as the prospects don’t fall in love with our rivals’ daughters, they’ll be fine.”
“Hey!” I exclaim, playfully slapping his arms, but he simply laughs, his attention turning to the painting, and I turn my head to the side to watch him as he studies it.
“I’m in awe of you,” he says, turning his eyes from the painting to mine. “Your talent is exceptional.” His lips brush over mine, the move so soft and intimate it sends a shiver rollingdown my spine. “Your beauty and that heart of yours. Everything about you is beautiful. One of a kind.”
“You’re one of a kind,” I return, my heart thumping unsteadily in my chest. “Do you think Brooke will like it?”
“I would bet everything on it,” he says, turning back to the painting. “How about working on our family portrait next?”
I shake my head, heaving a feigned sigh. “It’s going to take several months to complete ours.”
“Why?” His brows furrow in confusion. “You’ve only been working on this for a couple weeks, and their family is bigger than ours.”
“Well...” I bite back a smile as I get up from the chair and walk to the kitchen where I left my purse earlier. I dig around for the white envelope before passing it over to my husband. “This is why.”
Gray takes the envelope and opens it, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees what’s inside. He tugs out the black-and-white image of the ultrasound. “No way,” he exclaims, dropping his hand on the countertop. “Princess...”
“I’m two months along,” I say with a smile, grinning from ear to ear as I take in his reaction. It’s the same one I had when the doctor gave me the news that after years of trying for a baby, I’d finally conceived. “I can’t paint our family portrait until I know what we all look like.”
Arms circle my shoulders, and I am pulled into a tight embrace. Despite our different upbringings, neither of us came from a loving home, and we shared fears that we wouldn’t be any different from the people who had us, but after becoming an aunt and uncle to the Rebels’ babies, we decided we wanted nothing more than to be parents ourselves, to have a chance todo what our own parents hadn’t and love our baby the way they deserved. A part of me didn’t expect it to happen after so much time, and now, it feels fated.
“You’re everything,” he says shakily into my neck. “God, I can’t put into words what you mean to me.”
“Then show me.”
My lips move to kiss his jaw, slowly moving to his lips. Gray backs me to the kitchen counter, his palm warm as he moves it upward, lifting my dress as he goes. “I love you.”
“I know,” I say, reading the needy desperation in his eyes. “I want you.”
“Me too.” I reach between us and unbuckle his belt before twisting open the button on his jeans. His breathing grows ragged when Islide the zipper downward. My heart is racing with excitement when I take him into my hand, gently stroking his warm shaft.
“Christ, the things you do to me,” he grinds out through his clenched teeth, his eyes flooding with heat. “Harder, baby. Stroke me faster.” I lean in and kiss his jaw, doing as he asks. My hand moves faster, his need feeding into mine as I feel my underwear grow damp and sticky with arousal. “Fuuuck!”
His hand grips my nape before his mouth sweeps over mine in a hungry kiss. It’s wet and warm, incredibly obscene as his tongue glides against mine with the desperation of a starved man.
Gray combs his hand through my hair and grabs a fistful, angling my head before slamming his mouth back down on mine, deepening the kiss to such intensity it feels primal. So overwhelming it has my toes curling and sex cinching desperately. I wince at the emptiness.
“Gray,” I whimper, needing more. He jerks hard against me when my hand tightens around his shaft.
“I know,” he rasps, sliding his hand back under my dress before tearing my panties away in a violent jerk. He tears them completely off then hooks his arm under my ass cheeks and lifts me to the countertop.
“Please,” I sob against his lips, my sex pulsing so needily, I feel close to exploding. “Gray, please!”
“Fuck, Scarlett,” he growls, positioning himself between my legs. I whimper desperately when he rubs the head of his shaft over my wet hole, teasing but not quite giving in. He stops me when I inch closer, the hand on my waist holding me in place.
The cruel man!
“Gray!” I sob, clawing his shoulder, trying to force him closer. “Please, I need to feel you. Want you inside of me.”
“You beg so prettily; how can I say no to that?”
My thighs are practically trembling when he lifts my legs to his hips, and with his arm wrapped around my waist, he slams forward, sheathing his manhood deep inside me. Moving so hard, he knocks the air from my lungs.
“Oh!” A rough shudder rolls down my body, and I cry out at the blissful feeling of fullness, shifting my legs to take him deeper.
