shower of confession

1.       Shower of Confessions

BELLE

Grayson’s lips moved against mine, soft like silk. A content grumble escaped his throat as he moved so that he was between my legs. He ran his hands up and down my sides, leaving intense sparks traveling throughout my body. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my fingers tangle into his hair. He reached his hands under my shirt and raised it up. 

I instantly pulled away and grabbed his hands to make him stop. “I-I’m sorry,” I said.  He moved back as well and looked at me. He smiled slightly and then rubbed his nose against mine. “It’s perfectly okay, beautiful. I’m in no rush.” 

I let out a sigh of relief and settled back into the bed. “Thank you,” I whispered. 

Grayson smiled and lay down next to me. He moved me so we were facing each other again, and wrapped his arms tightly around me. He nuzzled his face into my neck. 

“I’m so glad you’re feeling better. It physically hurt me to know how much pain you were in and to know that it was all my fault.” 

I nodded. I grabbed his hand and played with his fingers. I followed the lines of his palm gently with my nails, and smiled when he shivered and tugged me closer to him. 

“It wasn’t all your fault.” I pressed my face into his chest, feeling my cheeks turn bright red at my words. I couldn’t believe that I was saying any of this. “I was being stubborn. I was just scared. But…” 

He cupped my cheeks in his hands, turning my face to look at him. “But…?” He urged me to continue. 

I sighed as I stared into his gorgeous green eyes. I squirmed nervously. “But…I-I think I kind of like you?” 

His eyes flashed black for a second as an enormous smile broke out on his face. “Do you now?” 

That was not the response I was looking for. I’d hoped that he would reciprocate my feelings, not make fun of them. I buried my face into his neck and groaned. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, laughing. He rubbed my back. “Belle, look at me.” I shook my head.

“Belle, baby, look at me.” He squeezed my side slightly. 

I slowly lifted my head from his neck and looked at him. He smiled and put his hand beneath my chin, then lifted my face and placed his lips against mine. He moved his lips slowly and gently, letting his actions speak for him. I could feel his passion within the kiss—lust, and…love? I moaned softly. 

He pulled away and looked at me once again. “I am so unbelievably happy to hear you say that, Belle. And trust me, the feeling is more than mutual.” 

I took in a deep breath and nodded nervously. “Okay,” I heard myself say. 

Okay? Okay? Is that seriously how you just responded, Belle? Ugh. 

Grayson chuckled. “Okay.” 

Before I could come up with a better response, he put his face in my neck, trailing openmouthed kisses up and down it. And I mean open-mouthed kisses with his tongue. I shivered and gasped. 

I licked my lips. “Grayson?” I asked shakily. 

“Mmm?” he murmured, never taking his lips from my throat. 

“Um…” I cleared my throat. He was being extremely distracting. “Can I ask you something?”  “Mmm…,” he repeated. His lips were now on my jaw. 

I smiled a bit. “Are you going to stop kissing me so I can talk?” I shoved his shoulders slightly. 

He smiled against my skin and kissed all the way over to my ear. He placed a kiss on my earlobe and then whispered, “Baby girl, if it were up to me, I would never stop kissing you.”  Something in my stomach tightened. I squirmed in his arms. 

He groaned loudly. 

“God, I can smell you and you smell so…” He paused. He placed his forehead against mine, and I noticed his eyes were black again. “So good,” he finished. 

He kissed me once again, this time with more force. I breathed out in contentment and pressed my body against his. He lifted himself so he was above me and between my legs.  He grabbed the sides of my thighs and moved them until my legs were wrapped around his waist. Our bodies moved in sync, almost like we were magnets pulling and pushing against each other. Grayson had my mind spinning and my entire being tingling like never before. 

And then, suddenly, his lips weren’t on mine anymore. 

I whimpered and tried to hang on to his body and bring it back down to mine, but he sat up and ran a hand through his hair as he watched me. 

I gave him a questioning look. 

I’m sure I looked like a complete mess—my hair greasy and tangled from not having a shower or a good brushing in days, bags under my eyes, my chest heaving. 

He swore softly, looking at me with his intense black eyes. “This is becoming painful.”  I shrank in on myself at his comment. 

I knew he thought I looked disgusting. He could probably smell all the sweat and vomit that had come from my body over the last few days, especially with his enhanced wolfy smelling powers. 

“Oh,” I whispered. I sat up and moved until my back was against the headboard. 

“Sorry, I haven’t taken a shower in a little while.” 

He laughed loudly, something that was starting to become music to my ears. It felt like all was right in the world as long as Grayson kept laughing. He moved toward me slowly and grabbed my ankles. He tugged my body toward him with enough strength to have me lying back down on the bed. I let out a short shriek of surprise. 

He moved back on top of me and placed his hands on either side of my head. 

“That is not what I meant, my sweet, sweet Belle. You could not smell bad to me even if you were covered in garbage,” he said. “What I meant is that it is becoming almost painful not to ravish you right here, right now. You are making it difficult.” 

His words were so intense, matching the intensity in his eyes. He brushed his thumb over my lips. 

Wait, is he talking about sex? Does he want to have sex with me? Oh God, I think that’s what he means. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

“Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry.” 

He smiled. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I have self-control. I’ll just need to take a couple of cold showers. I’ll manage.” 

I nodded slowly and swallowed. He plopped down next to me and groaned. “You are going to be the death of me, Belle.” He looked at me, then wrapped an arm around my waist.

“Why don’t you tell me what you wanted to ask?” 

“Oh, um,” I laughed a bit, thankful for the change in topic. “I was actually going to ask if I could take a shower. I feel really disgusting.” 

Grayson made a face. “But then I have to let you out of my arms,” he grumbled. 

I laughed. “Yes. I’m sorry.” I removed his arm from around me. “But, seriously, it needs to happen. I haven’t taken a shower since before coming to Paris.” 

Grayson groaned. “Okay, okay. But please make it quick. I don’t know how long I will make it before I have to break the door down. And my wolf really wants you to sleep.”  “I promise I’ll make it quick,” I agreed. I didn’t want to be away from him either. 

I scooched toward the end of the bed. 

I paused for a moment before standing up. I took in a breath of confidence and quickly made my way back toward Grayson. I placed a fast kiss on his cheek and moved away from him before he could see my face turn red. 

Grayson growled deep within his chest. 

“You are not making this easy, Belle.” 

I smiled as I stood, proud of the effect I had on him. I felt very accomplished. 

“I know,” I said. 

He growled again, and I laughed. I made my way over to the bathroom door happily. But right before I entered, I looked back at Grayson. 

He was still lying on the bed with one arm behind his head. 

He was watching me with this content, lazy look on his face, as if he didn’t have a single care in the world. 

He raised an eyebrow when I didn’t go into the bathroom. “What is it?” 

I shifted my weight slightly, playing with the hem of my shirt. “I—” Should I say this?

Probably not.   

“I don’t think I’m ready to be away from you.” 

I immediately looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze. 

I heard him stand and come toward me. When he was standing in front of me, he placed his fingers beneath my chin and raised my head so I was looking at him. 

His eyes were the darkest I had ever seen them. 

“Then let’s go take a shower.”