Suffice it to say we rushed dinner.

In fact, in retrospect it was almost comical how fast we hurried down the corridor to my suite, hand in hand. However, neither of us were laughing. At the time, there wasn’t anything funny about the potent sexual desire licking between us like flames scorching our skin.

My hands trembled as I fumbled in my clutch for my room key card and as soon as that door opened, Gray pushed me gently inside, let the door slam shut, and then shoved me against the wall, pinning me there with his body and his mouth as he crushed mine beneath his.

I wrapped myself around him, wanting us to melt together, and my fingers curled in the hair at the back of his neck as I licked and sucked and flicked my tongue against his, our kiss so deep I’d forgotten where we were. All that mattered was Gray.

My breasts were swollen, my skin burned, and because the entire dinner had felt like foreplay, I was more than a little ready for him from just his kiss and the anticipation. I tugged his shirt out of his suit trousers so I could slide my hand up under it to feel the smooth, hard—and sculpted!—hot skin against my palm. I groaned into his mouth and Gray’s grip on my waist turned almost bruising. He sucked my tongue hard and I shuddered in need, eliciting a growl from him that turned the heat between us into wildfire.

Our kiss lost all control and I felt his warm, callused hands on my outer thighs as they brushed my skin, pushing my dress up to my waist. Gray curled his hands around the fabric of my knickers and tugged, breaking the kiss to stare into my eyes as he pulled them down. I felt them fall around my ankles and as cold air hit between my legs, my belly squeezed, causing another rush of wet.

I shivered with want as I kicked my underwear away. Gray’s eyes were so dark they were almost black and his jaw was taut with tension. He brought his lips to mine but barely brushed them, staring deep into my eyes.

“Spread your legs, angel,” he murmured against my mouth.

Another belly squeeze.

Holy crap.

I did as asked, my breath stuttering as Gray leaned one hand against the wall at my head and slid the other between my legs. His fingers pushed in, eased by my wetness, and as his thumb came down on my clit, his eyes flared and a groan rumbled out between his lips from somewhere deep inside him.

“Fuck,” he grunted against my mouth. “Fuck, you’re ready. So ready.”

“That’s what you do to me,” I whispered on a gasp as his fingers moved inside me.

Gray dropped his hand from the wall as he kept pleasuring me with his other and he made short, jerky movements as he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Then he took my hand and suddenly I had his hot, pulsing erection in it.

His eyes squeezed shut for a second as I fondled him and when they opened he stared deep into mine. “And that’s what you do to me.”

Suddenly we were kissing again—lips biting, nipping, licking, as we both reached to shove his trousers down. Then he broke the kiss to bend down to collect a condom from his back pocket. When he straightened to roll it down his straining arousal, I whimpered with need. He was unsurprisingly big… but he also had impressive girth too.

“Holy…” I breathed.

“All yours, angel.” Gray flashed me a cocky grin that made me giggle—laughter that ended with a gasp as he gripped my legs, spread them, and thrust up into me.

“Oh God!” I cried out in pleasured shock, his throbbing heat overwhelming me. I wrapped my arms around his back, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt and the muscle beneath. Gray had one hand braced on the wall at my head and the other curled around my thigh, holding it against his waist as he powered in and out of me.

He’d lost control. This was fucking. Raw and hard.

And I was right there with him, glorying in the mind-blowing pleasure of it. Holding tight to him, I panted with excitement as he pounded us into the wall, thrusting into me hard, gliding in and out of my snug channel, each drive spurring us toward climax.

It didn’t take long, my body had been so ready for him before he even entered me, and I blew apart.

“Ahhhh!” I cried out, shuddering and pulsing so hard it triggered Gray’s release. He threw his head back, his eyes on me, his muscles strained as he let out a guttural grunt, my sex pulsing around him as he jerked inside me.

Gray’s body melted against mine, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Fuck,” he huffed.

I caressed his back, feeling it rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath. Attempting to catch my own, I could only nod.

He lifted his head to stare into my eyes. To my shock, I saw concern there. “That wasn’t how I wanted our first time to go. You okay?”

I smiled lazily. “Babe, you just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I’m more than okay.” I felt him pulse in little aftershocks inside me. “Gray,” I whimpered.

His eyes flashed. “More?”

“More,” I demanded, sliding my hand up his back to clasp his nape and draw his head to mine. My kiss was full of need.

I sighed into his mouth as he slid out of me.

Gray grunted and broke the kiss to huff, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy, I never want to let you out of my bed.”

“We would have to eventually leave for sustenance.”

“Screw that. Death by sex doesn’t sound so bad,” he teased.

I laughed and agreed, “Not the way you do it.”