She’d never been in love before. She’d been dedicated to her studies and career for what felt like forever, with a few sparse dates to spruce up her weekends. And then came Grey. And falling in love with Grey had proved as mystifying and overpowering as the man himself.
The last two years had been lush with passion, her happiness so great that sometimes she thought she’d burst from the sensations in her chest.That amazing high she felt, the adrenaline, the dizziness of loving Grey. She was so addicted to it . . . to him. For the first time in two years, the fear of having a future without it—without Grey Richards—began to gnaw her raw.
He drove his fine black Porsche toward her apartment in silence, but every once in a while, his eyes would rake her breasts, her waist, the place between her legs that felt so wet.
He’d been sleeping at her place for months, and Toni wondered if that would change tonight. She couldn’t bear it if it did.
A drop of rain fell on the windshield, and she gathered her courage and turned in the leather. “The senator called me Tori all night,” she said lightly.
Grey didn’t seem interested.
“By the fifth time, I didn’t even bother to correct him.” Her smile quivered on her lips, but Grey wasn’t interested in it, either. “He was nice though,” she added, wiping her sweaty palms on her lap. “He certainly knows how to dance.”
Grey said nothing. Nothing.
His incredible strength of character made it difficult to imagine he could be susceptible to human emotions like fear or rage, but Toni knew a Grey no one else knew; one who laughed with her, who tucked her against his body at night, whose gaze was warm and affectionate and not the cool amber he turned on others. Her Grey. And she sensed the tempest in him—simmering under his skin.
We need to talk.
Oh, god.
When they finally reached her apartment, the air between them was charged and carried in it the unmistakable sizzle of lust and the dense fires of anger.
Toni’s heart gave a tight clench of dread as she followed him inside.
By the reckless way he threw the keys on the console by the entrance, she knew exactly what he wanted to discuss.
Tonight in a room full of people, she had been captured by one thing alone: another man. He’d made her shiver, her heart race, her pussy wet even when it had already been drenched.
I’m your worst nightmare....
Now, hours later, witnessing the granite set of Grey’s features and the steely proprietary look in his eyes as they walked into her bedroom,Toni couldn’t help but agree.
She didn’t know why she’d experienced such a powerful attraction to his partner, but she knew with all her heart that she loved Grey.
She couldn’t stand the mere thought of being apart from him.
And she hated having felt this.
Wildly, she wondered what she could say, what excuse she could give him for having wantonly draped her body against Heath’s as they danced. Had Grey seen them? Had he noticed she no longer wore her sash? Was he disgusted with her? Repulsed by her? Would he not be able to forgive her?
Close to splintering under the pressure, she leaned back against the wall, weak- kneed as he shut the door and shrugged out of his jacket.
The soft drum of raindrops hit against the windowpane.Through the lulling sound, she could hear Grey’s deep, even breathing and her own quickened breaths.
The very air seemed to crackle with the suppressed energy of his presence.
His motions were painfully slow as he set his jacket aside and started for her. Her heart raced. Her stomach twisted in need and desire and dread.
Without the benefit of light, his eyes glowed eerily. She got the distinct impression she was about to be devoured.
“Have fun tonight,Toni?”
He pinned her between the wall and his hard body. Emotions lit up his gaze like flashes of thunder, and she could see one in particular taking her breath away. A new breed of desire. Raw. Carnal. Taking her breath away.
“Yes, I did, Grey.”
She rubbed against his slab of a body, and god! His cock felt huge against her stomach, the familiar form perfectly delineated through his pants. Hi