Page 71 of Hello Handsome
We rode in a taxi in silence, and she waited while I checked us in. When I pushed the door open to our hotel room, I froze in the doorway.
I had ordered a room with two queen beds, knowing Aggie would probably want to sleep separately from me. But now? She’d probably think I was some gross old man trying to cop a feel in her moment of weakness.
“Everything okay?” Aggie asked, nudging beside me in the small entryway to the room. Then she stalled, her body pressed up against mine. “Oh.”
I stepped forward to give her room. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I can go talk to the front desk.”
She gazed at the bed, all white linens with tightly folded corners. The four matching pillows leaning up against a brown oak headboard, a reading lamp on either side. “It’s okay,” she whispered.
I looked at her, seeing the haunted look in her dark brown eyes. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Don’t make me sleep alone.”
I held back a shudder at the thought of sleeping next to her, our bodies pressed together under the covers. But now wasn’t the time for thoughts of that.
I went to the bed, pulling back the covers on her side. She looked so exhausted, I thought she might want to lie down immediately. But she peeled off her T-shirt, showing her shapely breasts held back by a cotton bra. And then she unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down to her feet.
My mouth went dry.
“I need you,” she whispered, facing me with the most broken look in her eyes. “I need a second to forget.”
45
GRAY
My lips partedat the sight of Aggie in front of me, at the words passing through her lips and the thought of holding her the way that came through my every dream at night.
But my heart clenched, too, seeing how broken and small she looked knowing her son lay intubated in a hospital bed.
“Aggie, I don’t want to take advantage of you,” I said, standing stark still like I could spook her into seeing how vulnerable she was at the moment.
“You’re not taking advantage of me.” She crossed the gap between us, linking her fingers behind my neck, pressing her lush chest against mine. “You’re saving me. Because I can’t take another second with those images in my mind.” The haunted look crossed her eyes, forming dark abysses against sallow skin.
And I saw myself reflected there–the Gray who was trying to keep it together for his wife and kids. Who desperately needed to let go. I would do anything to spare Aggie from that pain, even if only for minutes.
So I let myself be selfish, lowering my lips to hers and taking what I’d missed so damn much since the night I discovered how good she tasted. How she reacted to my every touch with a gasp or a moan of her own.
I craved her like I craved air, and I breathed her in. My lips hungry on hers. My fingertips searching her skin, like touching her enough would permanently imprint her there. Walking her back to the bed, like if we were tangled in sheets, we couldn’t be tangled in the problems of life.
She clung to me as I laid her back on the soft mattress, taking a moment to drink her in once she was completely bare. Her soft body was a fucking masterpiece even Picasso couldn’t adequately capture.
So I memorized the moment before lowering to my knees in front of her and hitching her legs over my shoulders.
If I had a moment to taste her, I’d eat like it was my last meal.
I lowered my lips to her mound, claiming what I wished was mine, reveling in each sound that passed through her lips and the scars of her fingers digging into my scalp, urging,beggingme for more.
I gave her all I had and took just as much until she was writhing beneath my touch, begging for release while crying out for more.
And when she finally came, her body racked with one shudder after another. But I didn’t let the waves fade before shedding my pants and plunging into her with my aching, heavy cock.
If she wanted a reprieve, she would get one. She wouldn’t get a second of anything but me, her,us.
“Gray!” she cried out, just like I remembered.
But this time, my mind wasn’t anywhere but here as I plunged into her, holding her gaze, forcing her to be right here with me just like I was here with her. “It’s me and you, Agatha. Just me and you.”
She whimpered, tugging me closer.
