The Love List (6 page)

He leaned over and kissed her. "Thank you.
Great gift."

He sat back and handed her the bedraggled
package Colin had grabbed. "Damn…it's a mess."

"I'm dying to see what's inside!"

Carrie ripped off the bow and paper and
opened the box. Lying gently folded inside was the most beautiful
piece of creamy silk satin she had ever seen. With fingers gripping
each side lightly, she lifted the garment out of the box and gasped
as it gracefully unfolded before her eyes.

A short nightie of the finest cream-colored
silk satin with spaghetti straps, trimmed in delicate apricot lace.
The color of the lace was a darker coral color on the outside,
fading to a softer shade as it got closer to the garment. There was
a two-inch ruffle of the same material circling the bottom. The
line of the bodice wasn't straight across but dipped in the middle
to follow the line of her breasts. Her eyes found the tag, reading
the name "Lady Jeanne", the most exclusive French lingerie line on
the market. Lady Jeanne lingerie was only for sale in a few select
stores, Bergdorf Goodman being one of them. Exclusive meant
expensive and Carrie could only imagine what something this
exquisite would cost.

She tugged gently on the top. When it gave a
little, she spied a tiny cord of elastic hidden under the lace.
Checking the tag again, she smiled when she saw the nightie was in
her size.

"Do you like it?" His brow furrowed, tiny
lines crinkled at the outer corners of his eyes.

"Like it? Are you kidding? It's magnificent,
Grey. I love it, adore it! Lady Jeanne. It must have cost a
fortune…hundreds of dollars…"

"You're worth it."

"When did you…I can't picture you shopping
for this."

"I ended up in the lingerie department at
Bergdorf's, sent there by a sales clerk. A purse or gloves wasn't
going to cut it. I saw this hanging on a rack. The moment I touched
it, I knew I had to have it…had to see it on you, feel it on you.
The thought of touching you through this…I almost got hard in the
store."

Carrie chuckled, feeling a bit of heat in her
cheeks as well as in her core.
How did I find him? He's my best
present.

"Aren't you going to try it on? Wear
it…now?"

"Want me to?" She teased.

"I wanted you to wear it the second I touched
it. It's been tough waiting to give it to you. You're not going to
continue this torture, are you?"

Her gaze took in his look of eager
anticipation turning his face boyish in a sexy way and she grinned
at him.

"Can't wait to put it on," she admitted,
handing him her empty champagne flute. She stood up holding the
nightie and walked behind him.

The minute she moved away from the fire,
cooler air chilled her. Goose bumps sprang up on her arms. Grey,
sitting cross-legged on the floor, swiveled around to watch
her.

"No peeking!" She commanded pulling her
sweater over her head.

"Rats."

Grey turned back to face the fire. He put
both glasses down on the hearth and started to unbutton his flannel
shirt. The glow from the flames highlighted gold in his thick hair.
Carrie wanted to reach out and run her hand through it but she
continued undressing.

She picked up the slinky garment, slipped it
over her head, raising her arms, to allow the nightie to slide down
her body. The expensive silk caressed every inch of her skin on the
way down, making her body tingle and certain parts jump to
attention. The skimpy gown fit her form like a glove, softly
clinging to her curves, creating a gentle outline. The cool silk
warmed Carrie enough so she forgot the temperature of the air.
Mom always said when you look beautiful you're never cold. Right
on.

She took small, delicate steps on tiptoe
around Grey as he sipped the last of his champagne. Carrie turned
around to face him.

"Ta da!" She announced, flinging her arms out
to the side.

He looked up at her, gasped and immediately
started choking on his champagne. Carrie started toward him but he
held up his hand as he coughed, turning his gaze down from her body
to the blanket. He pounded himself on the chest but continued to
cough and sputter. Without thinking, Carrie rushed out of the room
and down the hall to the bathroom. She filled a cup with water and
raced back to their room, almost colliding with Jenna on the way
back. Some water sloshed out of the cup and onto the floor. Bill
bumped into Jenna from behind as he followed her up the stairs.

"So
that's
what was in the box. Holy
crap!" Jenna said, her eyes widening as her gaze traveled over
Carrie's body barely covered by the translucent silk nightie.

Following behind his wife, Bill's gaze
focused on Carrie's body.

"Wow," he said before looking away.

Heat traveled up from Carrie's chest to her
face at a rapid rate. She froze, speechless. The sound of Grey
coughing startled her, reminding her where she was headed. She
slipped into their room and slammed the door shut. Grey looked up
as she walked over to him. Carrie gripped the cup with both hands,
to steady it in her shaking hand. Tears from choking inched down
Grey's face. He took the cup from her and took a sip. Carrie
dropped to her knees on the blanket facing Grey. The coughing
abated after he took two more sips.

He stared at her breasts, where the points
pushed out, softly outlined by the fabric.

"Cold?" He managed to choke out.

She shook her head. "Our cover is blown," she
said, "I ran into Jenna and Bill in the hall."

"I don't care. Wow. You look…I can't describe
it," he said, reaching his hand out to touch her.

"Is this your fantasy?"

"Better." His eyes roved over her body from
head to toe and back again.

Grey's fingers closed over her bare shoulder
as he inched closer to her. He finished the water and put the cup
down on the hearth next to the empty flutes. Carrie rested her
palms on his wide shoulders and edged nearer to him. He bent down
and his lips closed over hers in a gentle kiss that quickly became
demanding. Carrie opened her lips, welcoming his searching tongue.
His other arm circled her waist, his fingers gripped the silk and
her flesh together. He moaned and removed his mouth for a
moment.

"Oh my God, the silk, you, the silk," he
muttered before moving his lips back to hers.

She pulled herself back a bit, her hands
separating his unbuttoned shirt and pushing it off his shoulders.
He stopped kissing her long enough to rip his tee shirt over his
head and toss it on a chair. Carrie picked up the bottle of
chocolate massage oil and squeezed a few drops on her
fingertips.

She sat back on her heels and smoothed the
oil on his left shoulder, rubbing it in. He loosened his grip but
never let his fingers separate from the silk hugging her body. She
rubbed the oil into his skin, then dipped her head to take a taste.
She licked from his shoulder to his neck.

"Ummm, delicious."

He chuckled. "Will that stuff stain if I get
it on the silk?"

"Most definitely," she said.

"Damn!"

"It's delicious," she said, taking another
long swipe with her tongue.

"So are you."

Grey's control broke and he lunged at her,
easing her back on the floor, half on the blanket and half off. He
pulled her by the knees until she was completely on the blanket in
front of the fire. His mouth closed on hers while his fingers felt
the strap of her gown then traveled down. As his hand closed over
her silk-covered breast, he groaned. The silk intensified the
sensation of his touch for Carrie. She felt heat travel from his
fingers through her breast to her center while a tiny gasp escaped
her throat.

Pushing up on one elbow, his gaze followed
his fingers as they gently squeezed her breast then closed over the
taut nipple visible through the smooth fabric. He rolled it between
his fingers, watching it grow harder, then slid his thumb over and
back again. Carrie moaned under his expert hands, loving every
second.

"I knew it."

She cocked an eyebrow at him, unable to
totally control her rapid breathing enough to speak.

"I knew your breasts would feel even softer,
more…more…incredible under this…this…"

"Nightie?" She choked out.

He nodded.

"Me, too."

"What" He shot her a quizzical glance.

"Feeling your fingers through the silk is
amazing…they are more…more…oh God."

Talking ceased for a while as Grey caressed
her breasts. His head lowered but stopped in time.

"My mouth will ruin the silk, won't it?"

"Afraid so."

"Damn."

Carrie's fingers alternated between gripping
and rubbing his muscular shoulders. His fingers had never felt so
light, so sensual as they skimmed over her breasts, one minute
lightly teasing the next squeezing almost to the point of pain. She
wanted his mouth on her.

Grey slipped one hand under her back and
slowly glided it down, stopping once it reached her bottom. He
closed his fingers around her cheek and squeezed. Carrie closed her
eyes as she felt his grip through the silk.

"Oh, God, your little butt through this
silk…amazing," he muttered.

His hand continued to massage and caress her,
moving the nightie up a little, exposing the bottom of her round
cheek. His fingers dipped between her legs. She parted them to give
him entry. He shifted his hand to the front, moving it to her wet
center to explore, ignite and seduce her. She squirmed at his fiery
touch.

Heat flew through her veins as he stroked
her, causing her desire to soar. Carried grabbed the button of his
jeans and opened it, then unzipped him. She slipped her hand inside
to discover the biggest erection she had ever felt. A gasp of
amazement slipped out of her mouth.

"What?" He asked, shifting his weight, moving
his legs to give her better access.

"That's the biggest damn erection I've
ever…oh my God, Grey…I think you're too big for me."

He burst out laughing.

"Honey, you're designed to be big enough for
a baby to come through, let alone little ole me."

"There's nothing little about you
tonight."

"You…you do this to me."

"Yeah? Me and this silk nightie," she said,
and chuckled as she closed her hand around him.

His hand went to her breast again and his
mouth dipped perilously close. With her free hand, Carrie slid the
top down until the elastic was under her breasts, freeing them up
for Grey's eyes and mouth to devour. He immediately bent his head
to her breast, licked it then covered her peak with his lips and
tongue. Carrie moaned as her breathing quickened.

"Oh, God, Grey."

He moved to the other breast to repeat his
performance while he slipped two of his fingers inside her. The
heat growing in her body became almost unbearable as she gasped for
air. Carrie sat up and pulled at the nightie. Grey helped her slide
it up and off, then stood up to place it carefully on the bed. He
pushed his jeans down to the floor along with his boxers and
stepped out of them.

She lay back, raised her knees with her feet
flat on the floor and looked him over from head to toe. Her gaze
stopped at his large erection; staring at him, she shuddered in
anticipation and fear.

"Take me, Grey. I can't hold
out...much…longer."

He chuckled. Dropping to his knees, he
whispered, "Come for me, honey."

His hands parted her legs and his face
disappeared from view. After the first swipe of his tongue, Carrie
cried out, then slapped her hand over her mouth to keep her
exclamations of ecstasy private. She could feel Grey's shoulders
shake with quiet laughter and it made her chuckle.

"Don't wake the whole house, baby," he
admonished.

"It's your fault!" She whispered to him.

"Yeah," he admitted, shooting her a wicked
grin before he returned to loving her.

Carrie wanted to find a good come-back but
once his tongue touched her, all thought fled from her mind. His
lovemaking captured her attention; mind off, senses ruled. She
could only feel…every touch, growing more passionate, hot and
excited to the brink with every stroke, every movement of her
lover. Then he stopped and looked at her.

"Don't stop," she breathed, panting, her
chest heaving.

"I want to make it better, stronger," he
whispered.

Carrie closed her eyes when he began pumping
his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first then harder, faster.
His mouth closed over her breast again, nipping gently, laving then
teasing. She felt intense desire climb and climb until it spiraled
out of control. Her hips arched off the floor and her weight
shifted to her heels. Her hand covered her mouth, stifling a loud
cry as she called his name.

"Oh my…Grey!"

Every muscle in her body clenched then let go
as wave upon wave of pleasure filled her veins, shooting out to her
fingertips and toes. Grey continued to stimulate her until her body
relaxed and she eased him away from her now overly-sensitive
flesh.

Her breathing began to return to normal as
her inner muscles continued to spasm slightly. Grey lay down on his
side next to her. His hand rested on her waist. Carrie turned onto
her side and stared into his eyes.
God,
I love this
man.

She smiled at him.

"Good?" A big grin spread over his face as he
brushed his hair out of his eyes.

Look at that shit-eating grin. He's proud of
himself.

"Beyond good. Beyond amazing," she whispered,
her fingers tangling with his in his hair.

He beamed at her as she flattened her palm
against his chest, her fingers spread out. She moved her hand over
his shoulder, down his chest and stomach to find him still erect.
Hmmm.
Looking around, she spied the exotic bottle she tossed
aside earlier and stretched up to grab it. His gaze settled on her
breasts as she reached up, pushing them out toward him. His hand
closed over one as she strained, her fingers barely touching the
bottle.