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Gray's Pov

        My fist hits the post of my canopy bed. If it wasn't real oak it probably would've shattered under the pressure. I'm sexually frustrated, more than I've ever been in my life. Masturbating has been very unfulfilling. Even after I finish I stay hard as fuck thinking of how much better it'd feel if I was wrapped inside her tight walls.

I get in the shower,  turn it on cold and let the shivers run through my body. It does nothing to cool the heat radiating from my body. I can't erase the thoughts of me being the first, and hopefully only, to claim her untouched body. I'm now oblivious to the cold water that is supposed to be calming my nerves. I need her, in more ways than one. I want to make her mine. My friend, wife and lover. There is something about her that just makes me feel at home.

If I fucked this up because of what I did down there I don't know what I would do. She's not ready for this and yet I still continued with it. I need to control myself. I'd die if anything happened to her. Especially if it was my fault.

Carla's POV

It's been almost an hour since Gray went upstairs to take a shower. My body is still hypersensitive but overall I'm relaxed. I feel bad for not returning the favor. It's not that I don't want to, I'm afraid to. What if I'm not good enough. Will he think I'm a slut? I put my head in my hands, no longer feeling relaxed. I stand from the couch and start pacing back and forth. I like Gray, more than I've liked anyone. I couldn't handle it if he didn't feel the same. I don't want to push him away. Maybe I should give it to him. It feels right, if I give it up to him maybe he won't turn out like Damien. I've destroyed one relationship over my virginity. I won't let that happen again.

"What's for dinner?" Grays voice startles me from my thoughts. I look around and realize I'm in the kitchen with stuff out all around me. I haven't cooked in a while. It used to be a huge stress reliever. I even wanted to be a chef at one point in my life. But being a lawyer suits me. I shake my head from my new distracting thoughts and look at the ingredients I pulled out.

"Spaghetti I guess." I can't help but giggle nervously. I take a moment to look at him and catch his eyes already on me. I blush and look away but I feel tingles run throughout my body. He's gorgeous, too gorgeous. It makes me want to jump his bones. I don't understand how someone who's never even had sex could want to fuck someone so badly.

Again I'm startled out of my thoughts when I feel rough hands massaging my shoulders. All the tension I didn't know I had slowly rolled away. My body relaxes under his touch. What is he doing to me? I turn in his hands causing him to move them from my shoulders. We stare into each other's eyes for a moment before gently pressing our lips together. I feel warmth spread through my whole body as he pulls me closer to his chest. I've made up my mind, I'm doing this now.

"Please," I whimper,"I need you." I slip one of my hands under his shirt to trace his abs while I take a fistful of hair in the other and pull him towards my body. He seems to give in, lifting me up by waist he sits me on his counter knocking a few items off in the process. His hands roam my body as our lips attack each other's. But before it can go any further he pulls away from me and leans his head against mine.

"Jesus Christ Carla, you don't know what you're doing to me." He whispered so low I almost didn't hear it. He looks me in the eyes only pulling his face away enough to look me in my eyes. "You don't understand how hard it is for me to not take you here on this counter or run you upstairs to my room but i can't, it might feel like you're ready for this now, but you're not. You have a lot going on and I don't want you to rush into this because you're feeling guilty about him. When you're ready, you'll know for sure. It won't be a decision and you won't have to talk yourself into it. It'll just happen. And I'll be here when you are one hundred percent ready if you want me to be."

He took a few steps back running his hand through his once neat hair. Relief washed over me and I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Gray is right, I am not ready for this. A blush makes it's way across my cheeks as his words sink in. This man is making me fall fast. He knows me better than I think I know myself sometimes. I jump down from the counter and gently kiss his lips before starting the spaghetti.

To my surprise, Gray stays in the Kitchen with me and helps cook. It's almost like dancing. He moves one way and I the other, working flawlessly together. I cook the sauce while he makes Garlic bread and noodles. Then I clean the dishes and set the table while he gets everything ready to dish up. I've never experienced this with anyone else. No words needed, we just spin around each other as if we've been together our whole lives. After everything is finished we sit down at the dining room table and just talk about nothing but everything and somehow, it makes me feel at home, like I belong.

Gray's POV

She's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. I watch her as we eat our food and every once in a while she will giggle or smile, lowering her head as if she's trying to hide it. But I can still see the color of roses faintly brush across her cheek bones. The sight alone takes my breath away. I was afraid I crossed the line turning her down earlier. But she seems to have relaxed a lot more. Almost as if she's enjoying herself. My heart warms at the thought. I'm going to marry this woman. Not only is she smart, beautiful, strong, but she can cook too. I hope this works out.