A Little Bit Married

Take You Slow

Kris was playing close to the fountain under the close supervision of the two nannies that Gray had hired, and once the car pulled into the driveway, he abandoned the action figure he was playing with, then ran up to Gray.

We were just in time, and Gray got out of the car, leaned to him, and quickly picked him up, twirling him around a little.

I loved the giggles he let out, the glee in his eyes, the carefree attitude that should be typical of a child his age. It all seemed right now.

"How have you been?" Gray asked, ruffling his hair lightly.

"Fine! I played a lot, but they told me to go to bed too."

I laughed, then came around. I lightly pinched his cheeks, my eyes thin with laughter. "You should sleep no matter what."

He didn't seem to agree, but he leaned in and wrapped his little hands around me. He made me want kids too, and I wondered, for the first time ever, what would have happened had I known I was pregnant back then with Kevin's child.

Would I have kept it? Would I have wanted to raise a child for him? Seeing Kris made me believe that maybe I would have, but back then...

"I brought you something," Gray said, laughing. "Go in, Evangeline. You are not feeling too well."

"I am fine, Gray. Don't make a..."

"What happened to mummy?"

"Mummy needs to rest," Gray asserted, opening the trunk. He didn't actually carry anything, as a guard came over and immediately took out the groceries. "She is not feeling too good, so don't disturb her just for tonight, okay?"

Kris nodded obediently, and I smiled at him as Gray took him, then took my hand, too. Kris let Gray take the new toys he had gotten for him during this grocery shopping spree, and he followed me upstairs.

"I am fine, Gray."

"I know," he said, walking past me as he closed the door behind us. I watched as he made his way to the bathroom , took a quick shower, and then walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist.

I held my breath as my mind started to weave tales of sin and desire all over again. Gray gave a small laugh as he walked into the walk in closer, and I blushed even harder.

I stood there like I was sealed into place, while he went back into the bathroom for some reason, still only wrapped in a towel.

A few minutes passed, and he came out, then gave me a small smile. "I ran a warm bath for you."

I immediately melted, then nodded. "Thank you."

He smiled, then disappeared behind the closet doors again. I let out a small breath as I walked into the bathroom. He had run a hot bath, with red bath bombs spread all over and a few petals floating on the water. A single scented candle sat on the cabinet away from the bath, filling the already beautifully scented bathroom with the scent of slow burn romance.

It made me smile, and I pulled the zipper of my dress down, letting the dress fall to my feet with a soft thud. I shed everything and slowly got into the bath, lying back, my hair falling over the edge of the bath, the water seeping into my skin and offering me a virtual message.

I let out a small breath, my hands running down my sides slowly. It made me wonder what would happen if these weren't my hands. If Gray was...

I shook my head, laughing. Yes, he was my husband, but I still found it a little crazy to think of him that way. Maybe it was because I was so maddeningly attracted to him. Maybe it was because I wanted to hide it for just a little bit longer, but hell, it wouldn't hurt for him to be in here with me. Bare, vulnerable, beautiful. Us against the entire world.

I started to lean away when a knock came on the door. My heart seemed to stop as I turned, my eyes wide, my mind too foggy for me to even think of moving or doing anything.

The door slowly opened up a tiny c***k, and Gray peeked in, his eyes seeking mine. When he finally found my gaze, I could feel all of the air leaving my lungs, my chest heaving hard as I struggled to breathe or stay composed.

"I am supposed to be downstairs making that broth you wanted... but I had a feeling you would want me in here more."

I could bet hell's widest gate that he was absolutely right. I wanted him here more. That broth could wait. I needed him here more.

Did it help that he was still only wearing a towel around his waist? No. Or that his hair was falling across his eyes in damp strands, and his eyes looked darker than ever? Certainly not.

I swallowed hard, then slowly nodded, my eyes fixed on him. Slowly, he walked in, closing the door behind me as he walked down the distance to me. His bathroom has always been so f*****g large, but today it seemed even more so, and I couldn't wait till he was right in front of me.

I slowly turned away as I felt him lean a little closer to me, his hand wrapping around my wet skin. His face gently nuzzled into the crook of my neck, and hell, it was much better than anything I had ever imagined. Having him here was perfect, and if I had a way to glitch time, I would make it so we would be right here forever.

"How did you know I would want you here?"

He let his lips brush my skin, setting me on fire despite most of my body being submerged under water.

"I don't know," he said, gently kissing my neck, his hand dropping below the water so he could run his fingers on my sides. "I just thought you were... trying to get a little bolder. A little closer. I thought you wanted to take me slow."

I closed my eyes and leaned back on his shoulder as he gently kissed my shoulders, easing me back into the hot bath and his even hotter body.

He ran his hands up to my shoulders and then down again, his fingers applying a little bit of pressure, with his lips bringing the softness to the equations of desire.

"I want to take you slow," I whispered, and I would be damned if we meant the exact same thing.