Chapter 6
GRAYSON
Five months. Five long, torturous months I’d waited for Rowan Saunders to tell me how she felt. And finally, finally she had. Now I could make my move.
I gently cupped her chin and eased her head back, giving her no choice other than to look at me. “It’s about goddamn time.”
She blinked, opened her mouth to say something, closed it, and blinked again. “Excuse me?”
“You took your time, sweet Rowan.” I brushed my lips over hers, wanting to deepen the kiss but forcing restraint.
This wasn’t the time or the place for our first proper kiss.
“I’ve wanted to tell you how I felt about you for months, but in my position, I couldn’t risk it in case you didn’t feel the same. ”
“Wait.” She placed the flat of her hand on my chest and shook her head. “I’m confused. You… you… like me?”
“No. I don’t like you. I’m crazy about you.
Every day I’ve had to sit there in my office knowing you’re on the other side of the wall.
I’d have given anything to call you in on some pretext, lock my office door, bend you over my desk, and fuck you until neither of us could see straight.
” I grinned at her stunned expression. “So ‘like’ isn’t nearly a strong enough word in my book.
Blind lust is closer, adoration closer still. ”
“Oh God.” She slipped out of my arms and braced her hands on her knees. “I need a minute.”
“Take all the time you need.”
She slowly straightened. A delicious blush stole over her cheeks as she spotted a few people at a nearby table had taken an unhealthy interest in us. She moved into my body and tucked her head underneath my chin.
“Tell me when they’ve stopped staring.”
I chuckled. “You really need to learn to care less. I have a speech to make shortly, then what do you say we get the hell out of here?”
She smiled, and I fell, hard. “Sounds like a wonderful idea.”
We saw out the rest of the dance and, I was ashamed to admit, I gave an abridged version of my speech, too eager for the real evening to begin. No one seemed to notice, and after the obligatory—and far too long—farewells, we slid into the back of my car.
“Where to, Mr. Brent?” my driver asked.
“Home, please.” I pressed the button, activating the privacy screen. Waiting to get my hands on Rowan wasn’t in the plan.
“You’re taking me to your home?”
I arched a brow. “Well, I guess I could ask him to circle the block while I fucked you on the back seat of my car if you’d rather.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Are you teasing me?”
“Would I?” I chuckled, reaching for her. “I can wait until we get home. I’d rather a large bed than a narrow car seat, anyway. Kissing, on the other hand…”
I cupped her face, angled her exactly how I needed, and closed my mouth over hers.
The brief stroke of her lips earlier didn’t count.
This, this right here, was our first kiss, and it stole the air from my lungs.
I pushed her onto her back, my hands roving over her hips, her waist, and the swell of her tits.
We kissed and touched and explored each other’s bodies.
By the time we stepped inside my private elevator, I was clinging to the edge of my sanity.
Years had passed since I’d last dry-humped a girl up against a wall, but with Rowan, I couldn’t resist. Months of stifled frustration spilled out in a haze of desire and need and want.
We staggered into my bedroom, falling onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.
I rolled onto my back, taking Rowan with me. I tugged on the zipper that ran the length of her dress. When it caught on the runner, I grabbed the two pieces of material and yanked. The dress split wide open.
Rowan gasped. “It’s ruined.”
“Who cares? It’s only a dress.”
I wrestled it off of her, tossing it on the floor beside the bed. And then I stared and stared. And stared some more.
“Grayson?” Rowan frowned. “Is everything okay?”
“Christ, Rowan,” I croaked. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
Her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed pink, and she lowered her chin. “I think you had too much wine with dinner.”
“It wouldn’t matter how much wine I drank, you, Rowan Saunders, are perfect.”
I sat up, nose to nose, and kissed her, my mouth and hers moving together perfectly. Flipping her bra clasp, I slid the straps down her arms and threw it on top of her ruined dress, then removed her lace underwear.
“I need inside you,” I mumbled against her lips.
She giggled. “Maybe take your clothes off first.”
“Good point.” I leaped off the bed and undressed in less than five seconds. Her eyes tracked my every move, and as I peeled off my boxers, she dropped her gaze.
“Do you have protection?”
I reached into the drawer beside my bed and withdrew a ream of condoms. Tearing one off the strip, I tossed the rest of them on the bed beside her.
“You might need permission from your boss to arrive late to work tomorrow.”
“Oh, that’s a shame.” She shot me an impish grin. “He’s such a stickler for punctuality.”
I ripped open the packet and rolled the condom onto my dick.
“He sounds like a jerk.”
Dampening her lips, she fixed her eyes on my groin. “He can be, sometimes.” She propped herself up onto her elbows and reached for me. “But don’t worry, I can handle him.”
“Yeah,” I rasped. “You can.”