“What things?” she asked in a husky tone.
“This.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue over her lips. “Mmm. Champagne and you. Nothing sweeter,” he said, his voice a deep rumble, a sweet, seductive promise of things her body craved badly.
Her sex clenched, and she shifted in her seat, unable to ease the sudden ache between her thighs. Her hands drifted as she fought an inner battle—give in to what she wanted or let fear of losing again consume her.
He licked the corner of her mouth and slipped his tongue inside. Battle lost. She moaned, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him back, all the years of pent up need and longing gone the instant she gave in.
He swept one hand into her hair, wrapping the long strands around his fist, the tug drawing a direct line to her sex. Dampness coated her panties, and her nipples hardened, aching for his touch. But he held her in place, taking his time, his lips devouring hers, his tongue thrusting in and out, sweeping through the deep recesses of her mouth. She was lost in sensation, lost in Grey.
Thunder sounded closer, but at this point, she couldn’t distinguish between the arousal rumbling through her brain and body and the weather outside. He kissed his way down her neck, her throat, his teeth grazing her skin,
pausing at her collarbone to find the sensitive spot he’d always favored.
She curled her hands into his shirt as her head fell back and she gave into sensation.
“You taste like vanilla,” he muttered, licking his way across her chest, following the line of her shirt where it crested over her breasts.
It was the very best kind of tease, and she couldn’t do more than sigh his name. “Grey.”
“Missed you, sugar.”
She trembled in his arms. “I missed you too.” The admission hurt, because he’d left her, and the knowledge was always there, burrowed in her heart, next to the crack her father had left before him.
She pushed the thought away, reaching for him, her hand cupping his cheek. “It’s still there, isn’t it?” she asked, needing to know the intensity was as strong for him as it was for her.
His darkened gaze met hers, and he stroked her cheek with his knuckles. “Stronger than ever.”
He braced her face in his hands and kissed her again—and again it went on, two people relearning and lost in long-forgotten and reawakened sensations. She threaded her fingers into his hair, running her palms over the shorter sides, tugging on the longer pieces on top.
He groaned and pulled her astride him, her sex now in direct contact with the heavy, thick bulge in his jeans. She arched her back and rocked lightly, the cresting waves inside her body as powerful as those surrounding the boat below.
Another crack of thunder sounded, this one louder, startling her, and she flinched at the noise. A streak of lightning lit the sky soon after.
Grey swore. “Inside. Now.”
He helped her to her feet. She grabbed the glasses, and he picked up the champagne, but the skies had already opened. Before they could make their way below deck, the first droplet was followed by torrential sheets of rain.
Chapter Three
The sky released unexpected swells of water in seconds. By the time Grey and Avery made it beneath the overhang and he led her to the staterooms below, they were drenched.
“Damn. It couldn’t have started as light drops?” he asked.
Avery laughed, the sound not helping the hard-on beneath his jeans.
The room had two beds on either side, both good size for a yacht, and a small dressing area. He opened the closet, grabbed clothes, and tossed two tee shirts onto the bed.
“Pick one,” he said, pointing to his old band tees.
“You have clothes on board?” she asked.
He nodded. “Lola insisted I keep things here for emergencies.” He looked back in and pulled out a pair of shorts for himself.
“She’s a good friend?” Avery asked.
“She is. We met in L.A. not long after I arrived.” He glanced over his shoulder to find Avery had pulled off her wet shirt. Her bare back with creamy white skin tempted him to touch. Lick. Devour.
He grabbed the other shirt and yanked it over his head, then stripped out of his jeans, trying like hell to ignore the fact that she was undressed inches away. He clenched his jaw and pulled on the shorts, which did nothing to hide his erection.