Page 139 of When We Had Forever
“Hold still.” He scoots to the edge of the bed without dislodging me and fishes his phone from his pants, then aims the camera upward. The shutter snaps.
A smile graces my lips. “What’re you doing?”
He turns the screen my way. “Capturing a moment,” he says softly. “And look. It’s the best picture I’ve ever taken. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
In the photo, I gaze down, eyes soft and brimming with love.
“You’d better not stop looking at me like that, either,” Grayson says.
I take his phone and set it on the bedside table. “I don’t plan to.”
He pulls me down against him, chest to chest. “You know, I’d ask you to prove it, if we weren’t in Michael’s bed right now.”
“It’s not Michael’s. It’s mine. Everything in this house is brand-new.”
He pauses. “You mean you haven’t christened this thing yet?”
“No. Or any of the other furniture in this house. I was waiting for you, I think. It just took me a while to actually figure that out.”
“Well.” His fingers drift into my hair, twining in my wet locks. “I was waiting for you, too. And we have a big job ahead of us, from the sound of it. Maybe we should get started.”
I make a thick sound of pleasure as he kisses me.
It starts slow. And stays slow. It lasts and lasts, stretching into something ageless and powerful and pure. Our hands rove, exploring wet skin, teasing and claiming and worshipping. We kiss and slide into each other until I lose track of where I stop and he begins.
When I finally come rocketing apart, he crushes me close, his lips locked against mine as I cry my pleasure into his mouth.
Afterward, he tucks my head into the crook of his arm and traces the rise of my ribs with one finger. “You’ve gained weight. You look beautiful. Healthy.”
I smile. My eyelids feel too heavy to open. “Thanks. I’d like to say I fixed myself, but I think you healed me, too. Not just the other way around, like you said.”
His fingers pause. “You saw the show?”
“I did.”
“What’d you think?”
I wriggle, prompting him to resume his caress. “It made me finally realize how I felt. And that I should text you. So, mission accomplished?”
“Wow. I was about ninety percent sure you’d never speak to me again.”
“That’s only because you one hundred percent don’t know me.”
He chuffs a laugh. “The hell I don’t.”
I pry my weighted lids open. For long moments, we stare at one another, the silence overflowing with a thousand words we don’t need to speak aloud.
Finally, I say, “I’m going to Greece tomorrow.”
He smiles. Actually smiles. “For Travelique?”
“Yeah. They want me to do an extended series on finding yourself in the Mediterranean. Which Siobhan told me had everything to do with you. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for that.”
“You repaid me about five minutes ago,” he says. “But you can repay me again in five more, if you want.”
I snuggle closer. “I do want.”
He laughs. “Okay. Just give me a second to recover.”
