Chapter Nineteen
Gray
When we first started, I realized Rémy was a bundle of nerves. But, after I had gotten him off with my mouth, the innate confidence I’d been attracted to came back with a vengeance.
“My bed. Now.” Rémy ordered, his voice low and assured. Without another word, I stood. When I turned to walk down the hallway to his bedroom, he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. I turned my face toward his. Rémy’s black eyes penetrated into mine, and then his mouth crashed into my lips. His thick, five-o’clock shadow was deliciously rough against the skin around my mouth, despite his shaving before tonight’s show. My aching knees nearly gave way, and Rémy wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me up.
“I have dreamt of this moment for so long, Gray.” He whispered, then I felt his
