Free A Very Grey Christmas by T.A. Foster Page B

from his lap and turned away from him, then pressed my back into his chest, my head rocking back on his shoulder. His hands wrapped around my hips and slid between my legs, urging my knees to spread. My breath quickened as the need coiling in my core started to tighten. I rocked into his hands, sending them deeper, until I was almost in a white oblivion.
    “Feel good?” He moaned, pressing into my thighs until I had almost forgotten my mission. “Tell me, baby. You want me like this?”
    “No.” I shook my head against his shoulder, barely able to form the words. “Like this.” My hands walked forward on the floor, and I lowered myself under the tree, my stomach against the carpet. “Like this, Grey.” I sighed as his chest pressed against my back, following my wishes.
    I heard him groan and I knew he was as turned on as I was. I was afraid the second he touched me I would burst into rocketing fireworks, my body spiraling beyond my control. I had never wanted him or loved him so much. His kisses started at my neck and moved along my ear. His fingers danced over my arms until our hands were interlocked, the ring peeking through our hands. The promise that we would spend forever together, sharing our lives, our bodies, and our hearts.
    My hips danced under his, grinding against him, rising higher each time our skin blazed with contact.
    “I want you, baby.” Grey spoke the words, and I shifted upward meeting his deep thrust that finally joined us in heated bliss. He bit into my neck before thrusting again.
    “I love you, Eden,” he whispered in my ear, and I knew forever with Grey would be filled with passion and love, epic sex, and nights hotter than I could imagine. He was going to be my husband, and nothing was sexier than that.
     

     
    I stared up at the branches overhead dotted with white lights. The Texas ornament swung against the needles.
    Grey was propped on his elbow, drawing slow circles on my stomach. “God, I love you.” He smiled. I hadn’t seen him this happy.
    “I love you too.”
    “So do you have the whole thing planned out?” he asked.
    “Planned out, what do you mean?”
    “The wedding. I figured after Marin’s you would know exactly what you wanted.”
    “Wait, were you thinking about us getting married then too?” I sat up.
    He kissed my shoulder and shifted to give me more room next to the Christmas tree. “How could I see you walk down the aisle looking like you did, and not think about it?”
    I couldn’t believe it. All that time I was worried he wasn’t thinking about it, and he was. We had been on the same page for months.
    I blushed. “When I saw you in the church.” I stopped. This felt like a confession, but I needed him to know. “When I saw you…I knew then that it was you. That I wanted to marry you, but I was scared and nervous and I thought I was too young.” I lowered my eyes.
    Grey’s fingers tipped my chin upward. “Darlin’, I know we had a rocky start and it wasn’t easy when you moved. Now that I’ve been here and met your family and your friends, I see that it was even a bigger deal than I realized. I guess somewhere in the back of my head I thought your life was more like mine. That you had nothing to lose, but that’s not true. Your parents are awesome. You’ve got friends here. You gave up a lot to be with me and I love you for that.”
    I moved forward to kiss him. His lips felt firm and tender, just like the first time we kissed on the beach.
    “I’m so happy you came here for Christmas.” I paused. “I’m sorry every single day about what happened with your parents and Pops. I hate that you don’t have them to spend Christmas with or do all those other family things with, but you have my parents now. I hope you know that. They really do love you.”
    His eyes sparkled a little more than usual, and he wiped the corners with his thumb. “Thank you. I love them too. They’ve been great.”
    “My grandparents were ready to take you