Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ABBY
H e wants to find out what this thing between us is. That’s good, right?
“So we’re in uncharted territory?” I ask, my palms sweating.
“Map’s out the window.”
He shifts to face me more fully on the couch. How does he appear so at ease when I’m a bundle of nerves over here?
“Would you be interested in starting something up while I’m in town?” he asks in that same nonchalant tone.
Starting something up , I silently mouth to myself. “What does that mean exactly?”
He looks me up and down, and I swear there’s something lascivious there.
I really like it.
“Well, we both seem to be attracted to one another.”
He waits for me to respond, but it takes me a moment to get past the fact he outright said he’s attracted to me. It was one thing to hope for it, even suspect it. But to hear him say it… I finally did it. Finally got him to notice me.
I nod, trying not to appear too eager.
“I’d be down for… exploring this attraction for the rest of the week, if you are,” he says. “As long as we’re on the same page about it. That we’ll be done when I leave Crescent Pass on Sunday.”
A sense of déjà vu sweeps over me. Kristen had a similar agreement with Eli last winter when he’d first moved in with her as her roommate. Is this kind of situation more common than we thought?
“We’re on the same page.” When it comes down to it, I would rather risk my heart getting hurt if it means having a brief interlude with Grayson. It’s no contest. “And I’m very interested in exploring things.” I clear my throat, not sure what else to say.
“And when I visit here in the future, everything will be cool between us?”
“Yeah.” I shrug as casually as I can, trying to match his vibe. Even though I’m vibrating with energy on the inside. Is this actually happening?
A mischievous grin slips over his face. “All right. You ready to get started?”
My jaw drops. “Now?” I glance around my empty living room. “It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
His grin widens. “You never heard of afternoon delight?”
Oh. He’s teasing me. Still, there’s a part of me that’s afraid he’ll change his mind, even if it was his suggestion.
I harness that bold side of me I’ve channeled the past two nights and shift on the couch so I’m straddling him. His eyes widen in surprise, and when I almost lose my nerve, his hands find my thighs, tugging me further onto his lap.
“You keep surprising me,” he murmurs, one hand resting on my lower back to support me, the other rising to tuck a lock of loosened hair behind my ear. “I wish I’d seen this side of you before.”
This side didn’t exist before. Not until I’d already had an in with him as his fake date. Not until I worked up the courage.
And look how far I’ve come. I’m on the lap of this incredibly sexy guy, the one I’ve been crushing on forever, his blue eyes bright with desire as he gazes back at me. His dark hair sweeps off his face, stubble coming in on his strong jaw after not shaving for a couple of days.
I brush my thumb over the rasp on his jaw, loving that I have the freedom to touch him like this.
At least, I think I do.
“Is this okay? To touch you?”
He nods. “I want you to touch me.” There’s a gravel in his voice I haven’t heard before, sending a shiver of lust over me.
My thumb drifts down from his jaw to his neck, over his pulse point, and his hand flexes on my lower back. My lips follow the same trail, unable to help myself, and he arches his neck to give me better access, his hands moving further down on my ass now.
“Mmm,” I moan, the sound escaping me, and I grip his shoulders, loving the feel of his hard muscles under the soft fabric of his shirt.
He moves his head, capturing my lips, and I gladly settle into the rhythm he sets, his lips firm as they move over mine with skill.
I’m kissing Grayson. Making out with him, even. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I murmur, unsure for a moment whether I actually said it out loud until he responds.
“I know. But I don’t want to stop.”
A thrill runs through me. “Me, either.”
“Can I touch you?”
I can’t get over the desire in his voice. This whole thing is a dream. “Yes, please.”
His hands move up, snaking around to my stomach, then my breasts, squeezing lightly. Another moan escapes me, and I’d feel more self-conscious if it didn’t feel so damn good, a pleasant ache forming, wanting more.
“You were so fucking sexy in your bra the last two nights,” he says, molding his palms over me. “Such a tease.”
“Do you like being teased?” I roll my hips against him, half-surprised at myself.
He groans, pulling me even closer on top of him. “Under the right circumstances.”
I let go of his shoulders to unbutton the first two buttons of my shirt, revealing the edge of my bra.
His stare is glued to where I toy with the next button, slowly undoing it.
“Am I going to get the full show today?” he asks thickly.
I can’t believe he’s so into this. “If you want it.”
As the third button pops free, he undoes the last of the buttons by himself and pushes my shirt off, as if he can’t wait any longer. His hands grip my waist, bringing me in closer until his lips press into the center of my cleavage.
My breath stutters as his mouth moves over the swell of my breast to the edge of the cup. He takes his time, teasing me now, and I clutch his shoulders again, digging my nails in, the anticipation killing me.
He hesitates at the edge. This is a precipice we can’t come back from. But I want it so bad.
And then thankfully, blessedly, he peels down the cup of my bra, exposing me. His gaze is hungry before he slowly sweeps the flat of his tongue over my nipple.
My lower belly goes liquid. “Oh my God, that’s good.”
He continues, the desire within me rising higher and higher, and as he pulls down the other bra cup and switches sides, I shift on top of him, needing relief from the growing pressure.
His erection is stiff underneath me, and I rub myself against his length, loving the low groan he gives in response. One of his hands settles on my ass again, establishing the rhythm, as his other hand squeezes the breast he’s not sucking, rolling the hard bud of my nipple between his fingers.
This is… incredible. I’ve never experienced this level of craving. I spread my knees wider, settling further on him, riding him now.
He leans away from me briefly to ask, “Do you have a condom?”
His question breaks the spell I’m under, reality crashing over me. I’m half-naked in my living room on a Wednesday afternoon humping Grayson on the couch.
“No,” I answer, unable to believe we’ve gotten to this point. We kissed for the first time today , and we’re already going to sleep together? “To be honest, I think I need a little time to wrap my head around, um, condoms.”
He looks up at me, expression dazed, lips swollen. Oh my God, he’s sexy. “You on the pill?”
“No, I mean… sex.”
His face finally clears. “Yeah, of course. There’s no pressure.”
I nod, awkwardness settling in now that the rising tension has deflated. “I’m sorry.”
“No, there’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry I assumed—”
“Don’t be.”
He shifts in place, his erection nudging me right where it feels amazing.
“Have you ever hooked up with someone before? Like a one-time thing?” he asks.
I shake my head, an uncomfortable sensation of inexperience and naivety rising within me. Grayson has clearly hooked up with a lot of women. He seems so comfortable doing this, like he knows exactly what to do.
His hands skim down my thighs, then to my ass and back again, almost as if it’s an unconscious thing. “We can take things slower. I love sucking your tits.”
It takes everything in me for my jaw not to drop at the offhand way he says it. And the way it makes my stomach dip in delight.
“I really like it, too,” I admit.
What I’m not admitting is it’s the first time a guy’s done that. The first time a guy has done… anything. Would Grayson be weirded out knowing I not only haven’t had casual sex, but any?
“What do you want to do?” he asks. “Keep doing what we’ve been doing?”
As good as that sounds, and as momentous as sex seems, I do want more. “Can I take your shirt off?”
He nods and lifts the hem for me, revealing a sliver of toned abs. He clearly works out, his skin warm and smooth as I pull the fabric up and off him. I skim my hands over the light dusting of hair on his chest and over his hard pecs, exploring him.
He watches me solemnly as I make my way over the tanned expanse, tracing each ridge of his abs, up his obliques to the heavy breadth of his shoulders. The muscles of his back are firm, and as I shift forward to reach them, he slips his hands around to unhook my bra, leaving me fully topless on his lap.
Pressing soft kisses to my breasts, he nuzzles me, shaping me with his big palms, and I melt into him, falling under his spell once more. When his tongue circles my nipple, I groan loudly, getting back to that state where I don’t care what I sound like, wanting more of what only he can give me.
“You like that?” he asks, giving me a strong suck.
“Uh huh.” I’m practically offering myself to him.
One of his hands trails over my stomach and down further. “What about this?”
His thumb presses firmly against the seam of my jeans, right over my cleft, and I buck against him as he continues rubbing the sensitive area.
“Yes,” I moan, my touch on him growing bolder, restlessness building within me.
“I like it when you get like this.”
I glance down at him, at the way he’s looking back at me with lust and appreciation.
“It’s fucking hot.”
I swallow hard as a fresh wave of longing washes over me. “I’m so turned on,” I admit.
“Yeah?” My admission seems to excite him. “Want me to touch you more?”
I nod, not even sure what he means, and when he unbuttons and unzips my jeans, I can’t do anything but help him take them off, leaving me in just my underwear.
He rubs me over the thin fabric, heat pooling, and when he pulls my panties down and enters me with two fingers, I groan in a mixture of relief and eagerness.
I ride his fingers, already so wet. I’m so far out of my range of experience, it’s laughable, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not as this delicious tension rises higher and higher.
He returns his mouth to my breast, sucking in time to the tempo of his fingers, and I dig my nails into his shoulders as my orgasm unexpectedly moves to the forefront, coming over me in a great rush.
“Grayson, oh my God.” I shudder, still spasming when the doorbell rings.
We both freeze, his fingers still inside me, working me through it.
“Who is it?” he asks, as if I can see around the corner and down the short hallway through the door.
My thoughts are too scrambled to make sense of anything at the moment as I come down from my high.
There’s a knock and then a faint, “Abby!”
The bubble we’ve been in bursts. “It’s Harper and Owen.” I look for my clothes, but can’t find anything. “They’re dropping off the last of the wedding favors for me to wrap.” Seriously, just a bra would be helpful at this point. Harper’s not going away until I answer the door. “I can’t…” I push back the overwhelm that threatens. “Where’s my bra?”
Grayson snaps into action, gently helping me off of him, then handing me my bra. I have no idea where he grabbed it from, but I’m thankful for him as I wrestle it on, then hang onto him for balance as he holds my jeans out for me to step into.
I call out, “Be right there,” hoping it buys me another minute.
I get my shirt on and Grayson grabs his, then says, “I’ll be in the bathroom.”
We both look down at the impressive erection tenting the front of his pants.
“Good call.” I glance around, wanting a mirror, but I don’t keep one in the living room. “How do I look?”
Despite the urgency of the situation, his gaze rakes me up and down, his grin slow and sensual. “Fuckable.”
There’s a tug in my lower belly as desire trickles through me again, but he only kisses me quickly before escaping down the hallway to the guest bathroom.
I take a moment to center myself, smoothing my palms down my shirt. Grayson just fingered me to orgasm on my couch in the middle of the afternoon. And he’s currently hiding out in my bathroom with a massive hard-on while his brother and sister-in-law are at the door.
Just another Wednesday.