N E S S A

"Is my husband going to kiss me or what?"

Grayson's lips spread wide at my question, and unsurprisingly, he didn't waste a single moment before crawling onto the bed to swoop in for a kiss.

It burned slightly, hints of oak and grain lingered in the aftertaste, and I pulled back to give him an inquisitive look.

"Why do you taste like whiskey?"

Grayson was reluctant to end the kiss, dragging his lips back down over mine and mumbling, "You love whiskey, so I don't know why you're complaining."

"I'm not complaining. I'm just confused."

With a husky chuckle, Grayson leaned back and grabbed something on the bedside table. I heard the clinking of ice before I saw him raise the tumbler filled with amber liquid to his lips. He took the tiniest sip before placing the glass back onto the bedside table, and then he swooped down for another kiss.

This one didn't just burn from the aftertaste. This kiss burned from the whiskey he slipped into my mouth. He swirled it around with his tongue before I swallowed, letting the heat travel all the way down my throat.

Grayson pulled back again, but not before licking an extra drop of whiskey from the corner of my mouth. A little moan slipped out of me from how good the combination was; the intoxication he stirred up in me, mixed with alcohol, meant I would be drunk in no time.

"I poured you a drink," Grayson finally explained, although unnecessarily so. He snatched the glass off the table again, holding it in a mock cheer. "Beau told me this bottle would be perfect to pack."

"It's really good," I said breathlessly. Although, to be honest, I hadn't paid much attention to the flavor. The delivery had distracted me.

Grayson grinned, licking his lips, and I shook my head. A minute ago, I'd been in control of this situation, and now I was on my back, unable to move. Grayson was too...everything. Perfect. I couldn't take my eyes off him, thoroughly enraptured by every little movement he made, wanting to know what he would do next.

After raising a brow at me, Grayson plucked an ice cube from the glass of whiskey, fishing it out with his finger and then plopping it into his mouth.

He leaned down again, but not to kiss me this time. Not on the lips anyway. He swept his mouth over the lace covering my nipple, and I squirmed at how cool his lips felt through the sheer fabric. But then he popped the ice cube out, holding it between his lips as he dragged it over my skin, and I shivered.

The ice melted, unsurprising considering how I was all but sweating a minute ago, and water dripped down the valley between my breasts, which were heaving now.

"You want more?" Grayson asked, keeping an eye on my reaction.

I didn't know if he meant more whiskey or more ice to cool my burning body, but I nodded.

I always wanted more when it came to Grayson.

"That's my girl," Grayson murmured before bringing his mouth to my nipple and sucking it through my lacy top. I arched back, crying out from a glorious mix of sensations. Meanwhile, Grayson's lips spread against my skin in a grin, and I knew he was satisfied with my response. "I knew you'd like that," he rasped, moving to torture more parts of me.

"How'd you know?" I muttered, even though I didn't really need an answer. Grayson just knew these things about me. He'd known how to light me up inside from our very first kiss, first touch, first husky, whispered words.

Grayson didn't answer for a long moment, too busy teasing the tips of my breasts with the ice cube until I was nearly in pain. As though he knew, Grayson switched tactics, beginning to soothe my nipples, sucking them into his mouth and working them over until I couldn't tell if I was shivering or sweating.

I groaned his name, pulling on his hair, now knowing if I wanted him to keep going or if I wanted him to stop torturing me. But I just kept pulling because I needed—I needed to do something.

Finally, Grayson relented, and the look on his face when he pulled away was so cocky that I had to resist rolling my eyes.

"How did I know?" he asked, repeating the words that I'd already forgotten I had said. "Don't you remember that day in the locker room?"

Grayson started sliding down my body, but not before snatching another ice cube from the glass so he had a fresh one to use to torment me.

Meanwhile, I sank further into the bed, closing my eyes momentarily to think about the day Grayson was talking about. How could I forget? He'd blown away all my preconceived notions about sex that day when he made me fall apart without even touching me. It was the day that he'd fully convinced me that intimacy was far more than just the physicality of it. It was chemistry and connection, and Grayson had been right —it was something that we had. And it was strong.

"Wednesday, baby," Grayson husked, getting my attention again. I felt something cold drag along my stomach, over the lace. "Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember," I whispered. "I'll always remember that."

"Me too," Grayson groaned, and then he pushed the lace up and pressed that cold mouth of his to my inner thigh. He massaged my skin with his lips and his mouth, making me gasp as he started sliding the ice upward. Instinctively, I spread my legs for him. Drops of water ran in icy rivulets down my thighs and into the sheets. Goosebumps covered my skin, and I knew that as much as I shivered now, I would be sweating soon.

Grayson placed what was left of the cube right above my clit, and I writhed. I couldn't decide if I wanted it, if ice-cold pain would soothe the ache. But I felt the cube disappear into my skin, melting completely, and a trickle of torture ran over my clit instead, making me pant with desperation.

I needed more. Or something.

"Nessa." Grayson's voice washed over me, a guttural plea that echoed how I felt inside. "God, Nessa. You are so fucking gorgeous."

I looked down at him, his head between my legs as he licked my skin, capturing the remaining water droplets with his tongue. His hair was messy after a long day, and the muscles of his broad shoulders shone in the moonlight as he moved, lowering himself further.

"So are you," I said, plowing my fingers through his hair.

His eyes flicked up to mine, but instead of cockiness in them, there was softness. That other side of Grayson that I got to see more than anyone else. I loved that.

Without warning, while his eyes were still on mine, one of Grayson's fingers slid inside me. I cried out from the suddenness of it and the heat that ripped through me even as my skin was still pebbled from the ice.

"You never wanted to sleep, did you, baby?" Grayson muttered, his lips finally curving up like I had been expecting them to. "You wanted me to play with your sweet pussy."

I tipped my hips up with a gasp as Grayson continued to thrust his fingers into me. But suddenly, he stopped. And no amount of wiggling seemed to work to get him to start again.

"Answer the question, darling," he said lowly.

I should have known.

"Grayson," I groaned. "Just touch me."

"That's not what I asked."

"God, you're annoying."

He chuckled. "I'm annoying? My wife pretended she wanted to sleep on the first night of our honeymoon."

"Your wife didn't like getting teased on the way here."

"Hmm," Grayson hummed. "Is that what's going on? Well, I can make up for that."

"Please do," I said breathlessly, writhing my hips as I searched for any kind of friction, anything to subdue the undeniable need coursing through my body. I trembled, my skin still cold from the ice. Grayson's hot breath brushed over me, but it wasn't enough to coat me in warmth.

"Tell me you want me to play with your sweet pussy," Grayson said, his voice dark and teasing. He knew I was at the point where I'd do what he wanted, say what he wanted, and he was reveling in it.

"Play with me, Gray, "I relented. "Please."

He cocked his head to the side, considering. "I suppose that was good enough."

With that, Grayson's mouth descended on me, and all the shivers immediately stopped. Heat blossomed and rippled through me as Grayson sucked my clit into my mouth while restarting the slow pump of his fingers, in and out. 

"All night long," he breathed. "I'm going to play with my wife all night long."

Oh, God. I wasn't sure I could last all night long. Because the things Grayson was doing between my legs felt so fucking good. And when he called me his wife, I wanted to melt into a puddle, just like the ice dripping down my body.

I tugged on Grayson's hair again, hoping he would get the message that I wanted more. I wanted faster, harder, deeper. But he ignored me, continuing to flick and suck at a leisurely tempo that made me thrash with want beneath him.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?" Grayson's voice was raspy with desire and emotion, and I was lost in the mix of it. "To be here with you on our honeymoon. A fucking dream come true."

"Grayson, please." The sentiment, the longing in his voice filled me with even more desperation than before. Because, like Grayson had taught me, sex was about connection, and I'd never felt more connected to him than in this moment. "Oh my god," I cried, arching back as he curled his finger deeper, exactly how he knew I liked it.

"Patience, Wednesday."

Even as he said it, I heard his voice tremble. Grayson might want to tease me all night, but he wouldn't last. He was nearing an edge, and I hadn't even touched him yet. And god, I planned on touching him.

"In that dream of yours...." I ventured. "Do I get to come?"

Grayson chuckled into my sensitive flesh, lifting his head momentarily. "Many times, darling. Many times."

I threw my head back with a throaty noise. "Hurry."

"Needy girl," Grayson hummed as he lowered back into position. But despite his playful tone, Grayson quickened his efforts. He stroked his tongue through my wet folds before honing in on my clit and thrusting his fingers deep enough to hit that spot that made me hear music. His music, our music.

"This fast enough for you?" he mumbled, and I hoped my whimpers and cries were answer enough because I couldn't form words at the moment.

Beautiful, pure bliss spread across my body. I rocked my hips to meet Grayson, all but riding his face, which I knew he loved. Every movement made the lace of my lingerie scrape against my skin. But it was satisfying, only seeming to heighten my pleasure. My entire body was alive with light and passion, and then I let go, drowning in waves and waves of toe-curling pleasure.

"I guess that answers that," Grayson muttered, pulling away from me only once the aftershocks had settled and I'd collapsed into the bed.

I wanted to lounge here, soak in the pure euphoria surrounding me. But I forced myself to push forward, grabbing Grayson by the shoulders and urging him onto his back so I could climb over him.

He let me; I half-expected him to act like an immovable wall and push me back into the mattress, but Grayson happily rolled over so I could take control. I straddled his hips while watching how he licked his lips and looked up at me, eyes burning bright.

Tilting my head to the side, I returned his gaze while tracing my finger down his bare chest. I grabbed the glass of whiskey from next to the bed, taking a small sip while surveying my husband.

"And what about you?" I asked after letting the burn of alcohol burn my throat. "Do you also get to come?"

"Nessa... I'm seconds from exploding."

I grinned because the best part of it was that I could tell. He was breathless and flushed, a mess. A hot, handsome mess.

"Tell me what you want, baby," I said.

I watched Grayson's entire expression brighten at my words, and he didn't wait for more than a beat or two before providing directions.

He reached up, bracketing my jaw between his fingers before swiping his thumb over my lips. "I want this mouth on me."

"Yeah?" I raised a brow while slowly inching down his body to give him what he wanted. He slid his hand around my hair, sifting his fingers through my waves until he found the perfect spot to hold on.

"Yeah." Grayson's voice descended into a growl. "Suck me and then get up here and fuck me, darling."

I dropped to take him into my mouth, loving how he arched up, groaning as I brought him all the way to the back of my throat before slipping him out from my lips again. I flicked my eyes to his gaze, which was already trained steadily on me.

"How do you want me to fuck you, Gray?"

Grayson's grip on my hair tightened, and I drew my lip between my bottom teeth, enjoying his reaction.

"You know I love it when you ride me, Adler."

"Then that's what I'm going to do."

Using his grip on his hair, Grayson took control again, urging me to make our words a reality. I was happy to do it, stroking his cock with one hand while using the other to grasp the base. Then I licked his tip before sucking the rest of him into my mouth again, reveling in the throaty praises Grayson made.

I worked him up and down, but after only a few passes through my lips, Grayson was yanking on my hair. "Fuck, I can't wait. I need to come inside that perfect pussy of yours."

His gruff words hastened my movements as I returned to straddling his hips. Of course Grayson didn't want to release in my mouth; that wouldn't help with pregnancy. And I was positive that had crossed his mind. It likely was still on his mind, if the gleam in his eyes was any indication as I reached between my legs and guided his hard cock to my entrance.

"Take it," he demanded. "Take every last inch of me and every single drop, just like I know you can."

Basking in the glow of his words, I sank onto him. The feeling of him stretching me was so perfectly good, so satisfying. As I moved slowly, Grayson gripped the lace covering my breasts, and before I could tell him not to, he ripped it open.

"Grayson," I groaned, finding it hard to really be mad when he was teasing my exposed nipples in a way that only heightened the bliss coursing through me. But still. The lingerie I'd bought for this trip hadn't been cheap.

Grayson's eyes scoured over my body as I rode him slowly, luxuriating in the heavenly feel of taking him as deep as I could. "I'd suggest," Grayson rasped, "that if there's something you don't want getting ripped while we're here, you don't put it on."

"That's ridiculous," I said, my breath coming in gasps. "Then what am I supposed to wear?"

"Preferably?" His voice dropped. "Nothing." He punctuated that point by raking his gaze over me again, narrowing in on where he was disappearing inside me repeatedly. "Fuck, Adler. You feel so incredible. You are incredible."

I tossed my head back, my cheeks heating from his praise and how he stroked that spot that made me forget my name. Except that was impossible because Grayson kept breathing it, repeating it like a prayer.

Picking up my pace, I watched as Grayson's expression contorted, his hands falling to my hips to ensure I kept going. I knew this was just how he liked it. It would bring him over the edge, and I couldn't wait to watch.

A rough curse burst through his lips, and his touch fell between my legs as his talented fingering took over. He was going to come, but he wanted me to first. And he was more than aware that when he pressed down on my—

"Oh, my God."

My moan echoed around us as my body began trembling for the second time in only a few minutes. I had a feeling it might not be the last, either.

"That's it, baby," Grayson encouraged in a deep, gravelly voice. It shook, telling me how desperate it was.

"More," I gasped, and Grayson gave me more. He thrust upward while brushing the pad of his finger over my clit, and I cried out as liquid heat ran through my veins. Beneath me, Grayson shuddered, and I rode him all the way through his high, loving how his grip tightened around me, refusing to let go until he came down completely.

"So good," he murmured, pulling me down on top of him so he could bury his face in the crook of my neck. "Being with you is always so good."

"So good," I agreed, still trying to catch my breath. "Always has been, always will be."

Grayson's lips grazed my earlobe, making me shiver. But in a good way, the very best way.

"From the very beginning to the very end, Nessa."

I smiled to myself, feeling so utterly drunk on love.