Free The Truth by Erin McCauley Page A

at all.”
    The comfort he offered seeped through her and she leaned into him, lifting her chin, inviting him to kiss her. He caressed the side of her face and slowly traced his thumb across her lips, never taking his eyes from hers. Her blood began to boil and her need for him became unbearable. He pressed his lips to hers and parting them, kissed her deeply, as she indulged in the taste of him, pressing herself closer.
    He sat back breathlessly, his eyes filled with questions. Without a word, Lexie stood up, reached for his hand and led him to the bedroom.
    Stopping when she reached the bed, she motioned for him to sit. Standing in front of him, she unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall to the ground. Reaching for her hand, he pulled her closer to him. Wrapping his arms around her waist he leaned in and placed a path of velvet kisses along her naked stomach. His warm breath sent shivers through her body, causing her knees to weaken. Allowing her head to fall back, she arched closer to him, her body demanding more.
    Backing away, she held her hands out, and pulled him to stand before her. “I need to feel your skin against mine.” Reaching over, she gently slid his sweat pants over his hips. She inhaled sharply, her eyes taking in every inch of the beautiful man before her.
    Without taking her eyes from his, she released the clasp on her bra and stepped out of her remaining clothes.
    “My God, you’re beautiful,” Grayson said, pulling her against him.
    Laying her gently upon the bed, his hands explored every inch of her, sending spasms throughout her body. Unable to maintain her desire she began an exploration of her own, running her fingers over every defining crevice of his body.
    Moaning with pleasure, he lifted himself above her. His eyes radiated with all the love she felt flowing between them. Without taking his eyes from hers, their bodies became one. All recollection of time evaporated until, breathlessly, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter 15
    Waking before the sun, Lexie smiled as she felt Grayson spooned up against her. She ran her fingers along the top of his arm wrapped around her waist. With a wistful sigh, she climbed out of the warm bed, careful not to jostle his arm and wake him.
    She grabbed her clothes from the floor and slipped quietly into the bathroom to dress. Tiptoeing across the carpet, she paused to watch him. His dark hair fell over his eye. His face was all angles and lines, like a carved Greek statue, and in strong contrast, he had a small spray of freckles across the bridge of his nose. Her eyes roamed down his jaw line covered in short dark whiskers, and focused on his mouth. She wanted desperately to climb back in beside him and feel those lips on her again.
    Instead, she stepped out into the living room and closed the bedroom door behind her. She did have a shop to open after all, and she needed to get home to Ryan so Jordan could get to work. She walked to his desk and opened the drawer looking for a pen and a sheet of paper to leave him a note. Locating a pen, she opened another drawer in search of paper. She rummaged through, and paused when her hand made contact with a picture frame.
    Curiosity had her pulling it out and she held it closer to the small desk lamp she’d turned on. She gasped. Grayson stood with his arms around a beautiful brunette in a soft pink tutu and stage make-up. Their eyes were bright and their smiles wide. Their love for each other leapt out of the photograph.
    She dropped the framed picture onto the desk as the room began to spin. She braced herself against the edge of the desk, afraid she would pass out. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible.
    Tears ran down her cheeks as she picked the photograph up and looked one more time. There was no question: it was Maggie. She turned the picture over and read “New York 2005.” Nothing made sense. Who in the hell was Grayson Hunter, really? Tucking it back in the drawer, she raced from the