The praise sends heat flooding through me, want building despite the inappropriate timing and location. "Gray..."
"I know." His hand slides up to cover my throat as his eyes bore into mine in the mirror's reflection. "Tell me what you need."
What I need is him. Despite the elegant powder room and his family waiting in the next room. Despite every rational thought screaming that this is the worst possible time and place.
"You," I breathe. "I need you."
His eyes darken in the mirror. "Here?"
"Here." I turn in his arms, looking up at his face. "Unless you're too worried about what Katherine might think."
"Fuck Katherine." The crude word sounds strange in this posh room, but the sentiment is clear.
He cups my face in his hands, kissing me deep and hungry. I respond immediately, pressing against him as want overrides every other thought or worry.
"We have to be quiet," he murmurs against my lips, his curling up into a dangerous grin.
"Then you better make this quick."
His laugh is low and rough. "Quick doesn't have to mean gentle."
"Good," I say, pulling him back down.
The word is barely out of my mouth before he's lifting me onto the marble vanity, hands sliding up my thighs to push my skirt higher. The cool stone against my skin makes me gasp, the sound swallowed by his mouth on mine.
"Spread your legs," he commands softly, and I comply without hesitation.
Gray drops to his knees between my thighs, hands gripping my hips as he positions me exactly where he wants me. The sight of him kneeling in his expensive suit, gorgeous eyes dark with want, sends another wave of heat through me.
"Hold on to something," he advises, pushing my underwear aside.
Then his mouth is on me, tongue circling my clit in a ruthless assault. I lean back against the mirror and clutch the edges of the vanity for balance, the cool marble countertop a startling contrast to the fire spreading through me.
"Gray..."
His tongue flicks against the sensitive nub, hands gripping and kneading my thighs as he groans into my pussy. Pleasure sparks along my nerve endings, the rising heat inside me demanding release.
I'm vaguely aware of footsteps outside the door, of voices drifting past the closed entrance, Katherine's laugh carryingdown the hallway. The danger of being caught, of Gray's family knowing exactly what we're doing in their powder room, makes everything more intense. But Gray doesn't slow his relentless assault, mouth driving me crazy. His hands push my legs wider as he shifts his position, shoving his tongue deep inside me, making slurping sounds that can surely be heard outside in the hallway.
"God, you taste so good." He lifts his head to stare up at me. "Zane wasn't kidding."
"Keep your voice down," I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him tighter against me. He growls low in his chest and slides two fingers inside me. I slam my hand over my mouth to hide my own moans as his tongue starts to flick quicker against my clit.
Gray's fingers work deeper, finding that spot that makes my vision blur while his tongue maintains a relentless rhythm. He's methodical about it, paying attention to every reaction, adjusting his pace when my breathing quickens, adding pressure when I arch against him.
He increases his pace, fingers pumping faster while his mouth seals over my clit, sucking gently. The combination sends me spiraling, heat coiling tighter and tighter in my core until I'm shaking against the marble.
My orgasm hits hard and fast, pleasure exploding outward in wave after wave of pure bliss. Gray grips my hips, holding me steady while I shudder around his fingers. I have to bite down hard on my hand to keep from crying out, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through me. Gray doesn't stop, working me through every tremor until I'm boneless and gasping.
"You're so fucking gorgeous when you come," he whispers, leaning forward to lick gently around the edge of my still-sensitive clit. He pulls back slowly, pressing gentle kisses to my inner thighs before standing, running his hands over my bare thighs.
"And you're too good at that," I reply breathlessly, fixing his hair as my heartbeat slowly returns to normal. "I want you inside me so bad."
"Soon," he promises, stepping between my thighs to grind his hard-on against my sensitive pussy, kissing me long and deep. I can taste myself on his lips, his tongue sliding over mine with a slow sensuality that makes me ache for more.
"Now," I demand, reaching for the zipper on his pants. "Please."
He catches my hand, stilling the motion. "We have to go back out there."
