Letting Go (Thatch 1)

I dragged my eyes away from her almost naked body, and my eyebrows rose. “You did? Where is it?”

Grey made a face. “Not with me. Besides, you can’t see it anyway.” She crawled onto the bed and slid one leg over my body so she was sitting on me, and ran her hands up my torso and across my chest until she was almost lying on me. “But you know what I was thinking on the drive back here?”

I shook my head and unsnapped her bra then pulled it off her, and pressed her down on me. “Not a clue.”

She sat up enough so she could reach between us and pull down the top of my pajama pants, and her eyes widened when she found no other layers beneath.

“Didn’t feel like putting much on after my shower,” I said, answering her unspoken question and groaning when she slowly stroked me.

“I’m not complaining.” Grey moved back to take my pants all the way off, and I sat up to prevent her from lying back down on me.

I ran my hands over her bare breasts and stomach, then made a trail over her hips and down in front of her to tease the inside of her thighs. Every time she tried to sit down so my hands would be where she wanted them, I’d move them away and back up to her hips.

“Are you going to tell me?” I asked huskily before pulling one of her nipples between my teeth.

Grey moaned and tried to rock against me, but I was still holding her up.

Releasing her breast, I looked up at her with a challenging stare as the tips of my fingers ran over the front of her underwear, and barely traced between her thighs. “Is that a no?”

She growled when I moved my hand away, and looked down at me. “I was thinking about how excited I am for you to see me in the dress, but then started thinking about you taking it off me.”

I bit back a smile and ran the tip of my nose between her breasts before kissing her there. “And?”

“And what you would do to me,” she said on a breath, dropping her head back when I moved her underwear to the side to trail my fingers against her.

“And what’s that?”

“Pretty much what you’re doing now.”

Grabbing her waist, I flipped her over so she was on her back, and quickly pulled her underwear off and spread her legs. Positioning myself at her entrance, I kept my eyes on her while I teased her clit, and pushed slowly inside her when she wrapped her legs around me. A breathy moan escaped her mouth, and her eyes fluttered shut when I began moving inside her, keeping in sync with my fingers.

Her breathing became ragged, and she tightened around me within minutes. The feel of her around me as she got closer and closer to coming had me straining not to go with her. I wasn’t ready for this to be over. Grey’s chest rose with a heavy inhale and stayed there, and I moved my hand away just before she fell over the edge, judging by her frantic pleas and intense moans.

I slammed my mouth down over hers and gripped the sheets as I moved faster inside her, and soon she was matching me thrust for thrust and clinging to my back. Someone knocked on the door a few minutes later, but I ignored it as I reached between our bodies to run my thumb over Grey’s clit again. She tightened painfully against me before her body started shaking between mine and the bed, and her moans broke through our kiss. Just as I started to follow her with my own release, there was a louder knock on the door, and I growled in frustration at whoever was out there. “People have bad timing,” Grey managed to mutter through heavy breaths, and moved her head to kiss my chest.

“Jagger, is Grey back yet? She forgot to give me the key to my room.”

“Are you kidding me?” My head whipped around to look at the door, then back at Grey.

“She has the worst timing ever,” she said as she scrambled away from me before running into the bathroom.

Grinding my teeth, I got off the bed and pulled my pajama pants back on before stalking over to the door just as Charlie knocked on it again.

“Oh! Hey! Did Grey make it back yet?”

“Charlie. You have the worst. Timing. Ever.”

She looked confused for half a second before a look of utter horror crossed her face. “Oh God. Oh my . . . eww. Um, I’m just going to go. I’ll go to the lobby and ask for a new key. I’m sorry. Tell Grey I’m sorry. So gross. I’m leaving now.”

“Don’t,” I said when she turned around. “Just stay there.” Walking back into the room, I grabbed Grey’s purse off a counter and searched through it until I found the only key card it contained, since ours was on the counter next to her purse. Key card in hand, I went back to the door and opened it so Charlie could leave.

“I swear to God I’ll call you from now on. Or something.”

“Worst timing,” I repeated, and she nodded quickly as she took the key.

“Yeah, I know. See you in a few hours for dinner. I mean, if you guys . . . never mind. Bye.”

Shutting the door, I locked the dead bolt and turned to go find Grey in the bathroom. I stopped as soon as I saw her, laughing so hard that no noise was coming out.