A Little Bit Married

Still A Man

Gray finally emerged, his chest heaving, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet, and he had another towel in his hand as he wiped his neck slowly.

"Why did you do that, Gray?"

He stopped, his eyes lifting to me. "What do you mean?"

"Touching me like that. Who called? Why would you..."

"It was Samantha," he said, dropping the towel on the bed. "As for touching you like that, I wanted to."

"You wanted to make her jealous?"

He gave a small sigh as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You think everything I do is to make her jealous? You think I would touch you like that only so she backs off?"

"Well, yes."

"In very understandable language, explain last night to me."

I stopped, my chest heaving as I struggled to come up with an explanation. My eyes averted his, and I let out a shaky breath.

Slowly, he stood up and started to walk to me. My fists clenched, and I swallowed hard. I could very clearly feel something. Whatever it was that was making me act up like this. I felt jealousy, a slight fear for the fact that he could go back to what was once his comfortable past. I feared that I would be left on the sidelines again.

Before I could think of anything, he was right in front of me, his toned, tanned beautiful body slightly against mine, heat radiating off him through every breath he let out.

"Look in my eyes, Evangeline."

My eyes closed, and my fists clenched tighter. "I...."

"No. No excuses. Look in my eyes and tell me that last night was because of some woman. Look in my eyes right this moment and tell me you think all of this is simply to make some woman jealous."

I slowly looked up, but not quite to his eyes. Just to the V spot in his neck. That proved to be a bad idea, as I was stuck watching a part of him that I didn't even realize I could find so erotic.

His neck was the perfect tone, and the V part of his neck felt like a little culmination of it all. Eater ran down his throat in a beautiful rhythm, and the sun against his body did not help matters.

His hand came under my chin and helped my face up. I did not object, and my eyes slowly left his neck to meet his eyes. My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel my defence immediately break down.

I now understood why he had been so f*****g confident about asking me to look in his eyes. This was a man who knew what power he held within those eyes. What magic could happen beneath those colours. What emotions could stir in them.

"I... I was..."

"You were..." He said, his voice deep as he trailed off and took a step to me.

I took a step back, holding on to the belt of my robe. My eyes closed, and I swallowed hard, my chest heaving.

"Talk to me," he said again, covering the distance I put between us.

"Please stop. Please stop coming to me."

"Why?" He asked, his eyes holding mine. "You are scared I am doing this to make another woman jealous?"

I moved back, but my fingers had been working on the belt of my robe, and it had slowly come loose. I stepped back again and suddenly tripped over my own shoes.

I gave a small yelp, falling back to the glass windows. Gray held the small of my back, and his hand slowly came to rest above the very lowest part of my stomach, so my robe wouldn't fall completely open.

My eyes widened once I realized that my robe had gone loose, and I immediately wrapped my hand around my chest, my lips parting, my chest heaving hard.

"Gray, I..."

He leaned to me, his hand still pressed on the bottom part of my stomach. The sheer feeling of his hand against my stomach, holding my dignity together, keeping me covered, it sent something right through my spine. It did something to my conscience, to my loyalty. It did something to every womanly part of me.

"I am still but a man, Evangeline," he said in a small whisper, his lips caressing my cheeks. "I am allowed to want a beautiful woman, too. Especially if she is my wife."

My eyes turned to him, and there was an intense shadow cast over his dark grey eyes. Last night, I found them beautiful for the emotions I could see in them. This morning, I find them beautiful for the lust I could see in them.

It could be an emotion on its own, but damn, what an emotion.

"Get ready and wear something that doesn't come off this easily. We have a function to attend."

He pulled away and brought me to my feet before he turned away. He seemed completely fine with ruining all of me, just like that, and I was standing there, seemingly waiting for him to come back and ruin whatever is left of me.