“I was admiring.”
A sleepy smile tugs at his mouth. “Admiring?”
“Mmhmm.” I brush a strand of hair from his forehead lightly. “You’re much less scary unconscious.”
He huffs out a quiet laugh before pulling me closer against him again until my leg tangles with his beneath the duvet.
Ray presses a lazy kiss against my forehead before mumbling quietly, “I don’t think I’ve ever slept this well in my life.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Same.”
I slide my leg further along his beneath the duvet and a knowing smirk immediately tugs at his mouth. And then, before I can overthink myself out of it, I push up onto my knees and climb over him until I’m straddling his hips.
Ray’s eyes darken instantly, his hands sliding automatically to my waist. I grin down at him, suddenly feeling bolder than I probably should.
“What are you doing?” he asks, though the amusement in his voice says he already knows exactly what I’m doing.
Instead of answering, I shift my hips slowly against him. Ray inhales sharply beneath me, his fingers tightening against my waist. “In your childhood bedroom?” he asks, arching a brow. “Really?”
Biting back a smile, I hook my fingers beneath the hem of the oversized shirt I slept in.
His gaze locks onto the movement instantly. The playful teasing fades from his expression as I pull the shirt over my head and toss it somewhere onto the floor.
Heat floods through me under the intensity of the way he’s looking at me now. Like he can’t decide whether to touch me or worship me. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters softly.
I suddenly feel shy again beneath his stare, one hand instinctively drifting towards my stomach. Slowly, carefully, he slides his palm over my hand and lowers it away again. His eyes drift slowly over me then, lingering on the curve of my bump with something that looks dangerously close to awe. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, almost like he’s talking to himself.
Emotion swells thickly in my throat.
Ray’s hands slide slowly up my thighs before settling gently at my hips again, his thumbs brushing soft circles against my skin.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he says quietly. Warmth spirals low through my stomach at the roughness in his voice.
I lean down slowly until our foreheads touch, his breath warm against my lips. And then I kiss him. Slow at first, and then I slip my tongue past his lips, and it suddenly becomes more urgent, more desperate.
I grind against him, feeling his erection pressing against my knickers and a throaty groan escapes him.
I sit up, panting shamelessly as I guide his hands to my breasts. His thumbs press against my nipples, and I almost buck at the contact, they’re more sensitive these days. He leans up slightly to take one in his mouth, and my head falls back in pleasure. He takes his attention to the other and I can’t help the way my hips automatically move, rubbing against him.
I reach down between us and pull his cock free from his boxers. It’s been too long since I felt him but like muscle memory, he’s still engraved in my brain, and I expertly run my hands over his shaft. I gather the wetness from the end and rub it over his cock, lubricating my hand as I slide it back and forth.
His breaths leave in hurried pants, his eyes closing as he relaxes back into the mattress.
I hook a finger into my knickers, shifting them to one side and lining his erection up to my opening. His eyes open, watching as I sink down onto him, shuddering as he fills me up.
Christ, he feels good.
And then I rest my hands against his solid chest and gently move back and forth. Enough to cause the friction I need, but not frantic enough to make my bed groan in protest.
Ray’s hands cup my breasts, his thumb and finger gently tugging on my nipples as I rock against him, my orgasm building slowly.
And then I spiral, a noise leaving my throat as I shudder. Ray slaps a hand to my mouth, smothering the noise as I fall apart, unable to control it.
And as my nerve endings burn, he lifts his hips to match my moves, chasing his own release. The bed bangs against the wall but we’re both too far gone to care as we collapse together in a sweaty, tangled mess.
I rest my forehead against his shoulder, my eyes squeezed closed and my body shaking as the adrenaline leaves me. Ray’s hand gently strokes up and down my spine and I feel his rapid pants begin to slow.
“Thank fuck we’re going home,” he mutters. “We need to do that again but louder,” he adds.