Not that I would ever tell him, but Grayson was right. A bath was exactly what I needed.
Earlier when I had walked into the guest room I noted how nice and soft the queen sized dark grey upholstered bed on the right wall looked as I placed my bag next to the nightstand on the left side of the bed. The walls themselves were a light grey and the rest of the furniture in the room was white.
"I wonder what color his room is then", I mumbled softly to myself in thought as I laid down in the huge bathtub filled with hot water and bubbles that smelled of lavender. But not even the comforting hot water and the relaxing smell of the soap bubbles I had poured in could calm my racing mind and quick beating heart.
But it wasn't about what had happened at the bar; no that file would be opened and carefully looked over another day. Now it was about where I was, who I was with, and what could possibly happen when I stepped out this room and saw Grayson again.
I still couldn't believe it, I was in Grayson's house, where he lived.
I lifted my leg out of the water and glanced over my soap covered thigh as I remembered his hand holding it. His hands were rough, but they squeezed so gently. The veins of is hand and forearm were visible because of how muscular they were. That didn't even make sense, how in the hell can a hand and forearm even be muscular?
I had to quit thinking so much, my brain would begin to hurt if I didn't. Tonight wasn't about thinking, it was about feeling. But what exactly did I feel?
I dropped my leg and closed my eyes as I let out a deep breath.
But feeling rather than thinking meant I had to come to terms with what exactly I was feeling. I let my mind wander through the memories of Grayson that crossed my mind. Looking back on it we never really spent too much time together, but each time we did it was special. The beach and being chest to chest amongst the cool blue waves. The book store and how he enjoyed my presence as we sat hand in hand as I read. The club and finally understanding that he wasn't doubting my skills, but encouraging me to use them to become more confident. Then there was the first time we met on the set of that photoshoot and how he kissed my hand with that devilish smirk of his.
Though that smirk of his gave me goosebumps every single time, It wasn't what I found most attractive about him.
It was how sincere his deep blue eyes always looked when they'd stare into my own. It was the wide smile he gave off when he laughed. It was how goofy and adorable he was, always making me laugh no matter what. It was how his body always seemed to find it's way so close to mine and vice versa, as if there was some sort of force pushing us closer together. And yet, maybe there was.
It felt like we were both being pushed towards the edge of a cliff. The air all the way up there was cool and crisp, and even from so far up you could hear the crash of the waves below.
And yet the the idea of falling off the cliff wasn't scary, the idea of not falling together was.
If I was going to be falling, I wanted to do it with him. With the man I had feelings for, the man I liked.
Who knew I'd end up here huh? When I first moved I figured it would be years before I found somebody, if I even found anybody. But it hadn't even been a year since we moved, hell not even since my wedding went to shit. And here I was in Grayson Hart's guest bathroom finally coming to terms with myself that I had developed feelings for said man.
I had feelings for Grayson Hart.
I had to tell him.
I had to tell him now.
I scrambled up from the bathtub thankful that I had taken care of washing and shaving everything before going to the bar earlier. I dried off using a towel that had already been hung up and wrapped it around my body before walking back into the bedroom. I lotioned my body and then pulled out the sleeping clothes I had packed for the night.
I had packed a navy blue satin pajama set that had cute white lace along the edge of the tank top and the ends of the shorts. I put on the pajama set and brushed through my hair before finishing off with a creamy white knit long sweater cardigan.
I looked at my bare face through the full length mirror in the corner of the room and placed my hand to my chest as if that would calm my heavy breathing.
How exactly did I get here? I use to think I'd never feel for anyone even a fraction of what I felt for Jordan, but here I was feeling the way I did for Grayson Hart of all people.
Maybe this was proof, proof that maybe I didn't love Jordan like I thought I did...if I ever did at all. That I was finally moving on from my past.
I quickly ran across the room and wasted no time in running back downstairs to the kitchen But I stopped in my tracks as soon as I saw the scene in front of me.
The lights that once lit up the kitchen and living room were turned low giving both areas an angelic, warm glow without the use of candles.
Soft music played in the background and standing at the counter where he had set up our food was Grayson. He had changed into a pair of black sweatpants and wore a grey long sleeve t-shirt with the sleeves pushed up his forearms.
He looked so handsome under the dim lighting. His hair looked tousled as usual, exactly how I liked it. When his eyes met mine I saw how nervous he truly was. Grayson always seemed so cocky and arrogant, it was weird yet calming to see him like this.
To know that he was just as nervous felt like a huge wave of relief, because at least I made him as nervous as he made me.
"Have you been waiting for me this whole time", I asked with a shy smile as I took a step forward.
"I may have had a fry or three but for the most part, yeah", he chuckled, making me do the same.
"How do you do it", he asked in a soft voice after his eyes had roamed my face.
"Do what?"
"Look so effortlessly beautiful without even trying", he replied.
I felt my cheeks heat up as they always did around him as his words resonated within me. Even standing here in pajamas and a sweater, with no make up on, my hair no longer in a ponytail and the curls of it flattening, he still believed I was beautiful. Even when I felt not exactly ugly but definitely... inadequate in comparison to his Greek God like features, he reassured me that I was as beautiful now as I was when we met just by the look in his sea blue eyes. That I was still a goddess to him. I smiled at his compliment with a small thank you before I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and walked to the kitchen counter.
Grayson pulled out the stool for me and I sat down with a mumbled thanks as he took his seat as well.
We separated our food and began to eat as we made small conversations between stuffing our faces. That was the one thing I liked about eating around Gray, I was free to eat messy and chow down without worrying about him judging me. But suddenly as I took a sip of my drink, Grayson looked up and smirked at me.
I gasped and watched in horror as he stole one of my chicken nuggets and popped it into his mouth.
"Grayson Hart what in the hell do you think you are doing", I exclaimed with a pout.
"Eating, what does it look like", he smirked before trying to reach for another. I popped his hand and he pulled back quickly and rubbed it. But despite that, he smirked at me with a playful evil look and I stood up quickly with my chicken nuggets as he came around the counter to follow me.
"You keep away from me you nugget thief", I yelled as I ran away from a laughing Grayson who began to chase me.
"Oh come on little goddess! Don't you think you're being a little selfish about them", he yelled back tauntingly.
I ran around the counter and into the living room, taking a few laps in the same route around the house.
"Selfish my ass, they're mine Gray!"
We now stood on either side of his black couch and I could tell that no matter which way I went he'd catch me.
I was done for.
"Just let me have a couple more Leah", he smirked.
"You have your own food still on the counter Gray, why take mine", I asked.
"I ate my burger already. I want your chicken nuggets. Plus food tastes better when it's been stolen off your plate".
Thinking he was preoccupied with talking I darted to the left towards the back of the couch.
I could almost taste the freedom as I ran past him but he caught my arm and twirled me into him with a quick motion.
I looked into his blue eyes in shock before the force of our chests bumping into each other made us lose balance. Suddenly we were falling and we both flipped over the back of the couch and onto it.
Grayson tumbled on top of me and my eyes grew wide at what had transpired and the very intimate position we were in. But our childish actions plus the euphoric feeling of just being around Grayson made me laugh. Laugh so hard that I almost couldn't breathe. Grayson was holding himself up on either side of my head with his forearms and watched me with a confused look for a short moment before he joined in with his own laughter.
At that moment nothing else mattered.
Not my abused past,
Not Kyra and Beck's blooming romance,
Not my article due Monday at noon,
Not even the chicken nuggets that had landed spilled out onto the coffee table in front of the couch we laid on.
Only my happiness, only my feelings for Gray, and only Gray himself.
It was then in that euphoric haze that I leaned up and let my lips graze against his. I felt the softness of them for a fraction of a second before I pulled away to gauge his reaction.
I felt my cheeks heat up at the look of surprise in his wide blue eyes and how his lips seemed to be stuck in the kissing position.
This was it, this was us jumping off the cliff.
Please, I begged internally.
Jump off with me.
His shocked expression then turned into one of complete and utter joy as he gave a dashing smile. A smile so contagious that I did the same.
"Definitely worth the wait", he groaned in relief right before I felt his hand slide under my neck as he pulled my head up and crushed his lips to mine fiercely.
His lips were firm yet soft against my own. Though passionate in the way his lips moved against them, it didn't feel too fast or too much. He wasn't trying to force his tongue down my throat or anything, instead he took his time in his kisses, as if to try to memorize how my lips felt.
My left hand found itself holding tight to his bicep as the other tangled itself in his brown hair. I let out a squeak against his mouth as Grayson pulled me up to straddle his lap, but it wasn't long till that squeak became a moan. His arms wrapped around me as I opened my mouth, his tongue darting out to meet my own.
Warm... I had never felt so warm, so cherished, just by simply kissing someone. His tongue, just as his lips, tasted me without being too forward or rough.
Despite loving the way it felt to kiss Grayson, I knew breathing was a necessity and pulled away gently as both of us breathed heavily. Our chests rose and fell together as Grayson with intense blue eyes seemingly stared right into my very being. He grazed my cheek back and forth with the pad of his thumb.
"That was-", I began, still trying to find my breath.
"Words don't even begin to describe it Leah", he breathed.
My arms had at this point found their way around his neck as his hands held my hips. My ass was right in his lap as he began to kiss his way from my shoulder to my neck, groaning against my delicate skin every time I wiggled in his lap slightly due to the sensation of his nibbles and licks.
"Now tell me my goddess, just what did you dream about me", he whispered. I bit my lip in embarrassment about my wet dreams but that didn't last long before I released a moan due to one of Grayson's hands that now squeezed my ass.
"Come on Leah, I can't make your dreams come true if I don't hear them first", he said into my ear, I could hear the lustful amusement in his voice.
"You'd undress me and whisper everything you wanted to do to me into my ear. From there it depends on which dream", I spoke softly. He then picked his head up from the crook of my neck with a surprised look on his face before he smirked at me.
"So you had multiple dreams, huh", he asked. I simply nodded, feeling my body hum with excitement as his hands moved from my ass to my hips and moved in such a way to make me grind against him.
"How many", he asked with a gruff voice as he moved my body against his again. My head fell back and my hands gripped his biceps at the feeling of the bulge under his pants rubbing against the silk of my shorts which then rubbed against my clit.
When I took too long to answer Grayson was quick to slap my ass and squeeze it, making me gasp as my head shot back up and I bit my lip as I tried to grind into him more. I felt so needy but I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment. All that mattered was Grayson and the indescribable pleasure he was giving me.
And to think we were both still clothed... I could only imagine what kind of heavenly havoc he could wreak on me once they come off. So yeah, at this point I'd give him all the answers as long as he didn't stop.
"4...I had 4 wet dreams about you", I breathed out.
"Sounds like my little goddess has been suffering for awhile. How about you let me make it all better tonight, hmm?"
"Yes... please", I moaned, feeling needy and desperate for his touch.
"Please? Look at you begging all nice and sweet before I've even taken you to the room. Does that mean you're gonna be my good little goddess Leah", he asked.
And that was what broke me.
I nodded eagerly before grabbing his face with both of my hands and crushing my lips to his. I moaned loudly against his lips as he groaned from deep within his chest. He was quick to grab my thighs and I wrapped them around his waist as he stood up and began to walk. I had no idea where he was walking and to be honest at that point I couldn't bring myself to care.
He could've carried me to the kitchen counter and I would've been perfectly okay with having a go at each other right there.
I heard the faint sound of a door opening and a light flicking on as we made out aggressively before I felt myself being thrown softly onto a bed. I opened my eyes to find us in a dark blue and grey themed bedroom. I felt the soft blue sheets beneath me. I looked forward to see Grayson standing at the foot of the bed with his blue eyes dark and swirling with lust and desire. Our eye contact didn't break except for the brief second where he took off his shirt.
"Fuck Leah, you don't even know what you do to me. Part of me wants to just lose control and fuck you into a complete moaning mess until the sun comes up. It wants to leave hickeys on your chest and hand marks on that delicious fucking ass of yours. It wants to see how many times I can make you cum before you start yelling that its too much. But I know our...relationship is a bit more complicated than that. I know that you are so much more than just a pretty face and gorgeous body and I want to treat you as such. So instead I'll cover your entire body in sweet, soft kisses. I'll spend the entire night pleasuring you while looking into those big brown eyes as you come undone with each orgasm. None of tonight will be about my pleasure, only yours. I want to be slow and passionate and praise your body like the goddess you are", he explained as he stood there in all his glory.
His words were steamy and erotic, but also so romantic. It was the nail in the coffin, the final confirmation I didn't exactly need but felt good to have. It was how I knew, that it was almost certain at this point that I had real strong feelings for Grayson Hart.
I crawled my way towards him as he stood watching me and then stood up on my knees on his bed so we were face to face. I brought my hand up to caress his cheek softly and then kissed his lips slowly and tenderly. His hands found their way into my hair and held my face to his as he groaned against my lips. Once we parted I kept my eyes on his and tried to keep myself confident as I slowly removed my cardigan and pajama top, revealing my bare chest for him to see.
His eyes slowly moved from mine down to my breasts. I knew they weren't huge or overly perky or anything but-
"Perfect, absolutely perfect Leah", he whispered interrupting my thoughts before he leaned down and covered my right nipple with his mouth. His hands held me up by my waist as I felt his hot breath against my hardened nipple before the wetness of his tongue covered it.
"Gray", I moaned out as my hands moved to his hair and pulled on the strands the color of dark chocolate. His tongue circled around it a few times before he bit it softly and soothed the pain away with soft licks.
"That's right my goddess, tell everyone who's gonna praise this body tonight", he mumbled with a mouthful of my breast before laying me on the bed and laying on top of me. He moved to the other breast and did the same thing as I moaned loudly from beneath him.
Once both breasts had gotten an equal amount of attention, Grayson began to kiss his way down my body. My eyes were closed as I let myself get lost in his sweet touch and kisses, that was until I felt his body sit up off me and felt him start to rub my pussy softly over my shorts. My eyes opened wide as I gasped.
I looked down and watched with a lust filled gaze as he removed his hand to take off my shorts and then spread my legs so he sat in between them, giving me a full view as his fingers began to play with my inner folds.
"Holy shit Leah, you're fucking soaked baby girl", he groaned as he dragged his gaze from between my legs to look into my eyes.
As we held eye contact I felt the intrusion of Grayson slowly sliding a single finger inside of me. My dark brown eyes widened at the feeling.
Don't ever let an overly independent woman lie to you. Fingering yourself and being fingered by someone else... Completely different experiences.
I hadn't had this kind of intimacy in quite some time, but even in that moment I knew that the wave of pleasure I felt was so much higher than it had been with- you know what, no, I wasn't even going to think his name at the moment.
Instead I kept my eyes concentrated on Grayson as I moaned his name; which only proved to egg him on as he then curled his finger inside of me, hitting my g-spot directly and pushing it into me at a faster pace.
"S-So good G-Gray, p-p-please don't s-stop", I groaned as I began to move along with the rythm of his finger.
"Never baby, I'll never stop pleasing you", he replied before crashing his lips into mine as he went even faster and added another finger.
The way Grayson played my body like a beautiful instrument, the way he kissed on my lips and neck, the way he praised and talked to me, and the way his fingers moved inside of me, it was all too much. I wasn't even completely sure how long it was before the pleasure was too much and I released a scream after chanting his name more times than I can possibly count as I felt the monumental wave of my orgasm crash over me. Keeping my eyes on his.
He slowly pulled his fingers from me and even in my post orgasm haziness, I couldn't help but groan and bite my lip in arousal as I watched him lick all my essence from his fingers.
God it looked so sexy, watching him lick and suck me from them, moaning out as if he were tasting his favorite dessert.
"God you taste so fucking delicious Leah, but I want more", he winked as he hovered over my body, grabbing a fistful of my hair and arching my head up to lick up and down my neck.
"Mmm Gray... What about your ne-", I began, still out of breath from the most satisfying orgasm I had had in a very long time, maybe even ever.
"Nope. I already told you baby girl, tonight is only for you. The only thing I need is to taste more of that sweet little pussy", he whispered seductively before flipping us over so I was laying on him.
If I thought I was still in shock over my orgasm and the quick position change, I was definitely not ready for what came next.
Grayson situated my body to straddle his and pulled my face down by my chin to his. Giving me a taste of myself on his tongue as he massaged my ass firmly with his other hand.
"Now come sit on my face my little goddess."