Chapter 4 Kat
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The answer was neither place. The answer was a four-star hotel two blocks away, because the wait time for a ride share was more than twenty minutes, and frankly, that was just too long to wait.
“How did you do that?” Grayson asks as the hotel desk clerk hands me the only key we’ll need for the night. “Did you even put down a credit card?”
I shake my head as I take his hand and lead him to the elevator. “Didn’t need to.”
He gives me a questioning look as we wait for the elevator to take us to the penthouse suite. “Do I want to know or will that make me some sort of accomplice?”
I laugh as I turn toward him, tugging him in a little closer by his ridiculous, yet somehow sexy, Christmas sweater.
“Nothing we’ll go to jail for. I’m just taking advantage of my boss being a big deal.
He has a room here for whenever him and his wife want it.
And since they had a Christmas concert tonight for their son, I doubt they’ll be having date night after. ”
I can tell by the look in Grayson’s eyes that he’s trying to figure out who the hell my boss would be that he’d have access to a penthouse suite at his disposal.
And since the last thing I want to do is talk about my billionaire boss/best friend any more than I already have tonight, I do what I know will take his mind off of it.
I kiss him.
There’s one second of shock. Which I get.
I know many women who aren’t comfortable making the first move, especially in a hotel lobby with people walking past us.
And this isn’t even where I thought our first kiss would happen.
It probably should’ve happened when we were eating our hot dogs on the bench.
Or countless other times during our impromptu night. But this…it somehow feels right.
Grayson relaxes within a second and leans into the kiss. My God, does he lean into it. His hands move to the small of my back, pressing me into him so I can feel every inch of his hardening cock.
Yup, getting this hotel was exactly the right call.
Thank you, Logan.
My hands are itching to explore more of him, but I’m reminded that we’re in a public place when the sound of the elevator arriving breaks our moment.
We slowly move apart as the door opens, stepping aside to let out the other guests.
But Grayson doesn’t let me get too far from him, pulling me back against his hard chest as we wait to enter.
Finally we are thankfully alone.
“Come here,” Grayson growls out, pulling me against him before the door even closes.
Our feet stumble back, pinning me against the wall.
Our tongues are searching for more as this kiss continues to deepen.
Both of us want more. Both of us need more.
And if not for someone entering at any moment, I’m pretty sure both of us would say fuck waiting for the room and start stripping each other right here.
The kiss has all the heat and passion of a crazy one-night stand. The desire. The franticness. The hands trying to cover as much ground as possible because you know your time together is limited.
But I hope they aren’t. Tonight’s connection with Grayson is something I haven’t felt in…
maybe ever. Even the only serious relationship I’ve had in my adult life didn’t feel like this, and we were together for more than a year.
Sure, the sex was good (mostly). We had fun (occasionally).
But the instant spark that Grayson and I shared tonight is not anything I’ve felt before.
So as much as I want this night—and to feel that beard against my skin in all the right places—I hope it’s not the only time this happens.
Because I already can tell that I want more. I just hope he does as well.
Just as our hands are starting to roam in the places I’ve been aching to touch and be touched, the elevator comes to a stop, jolting us apart and opening to the penthouse suite.
Grayson pulls away just enough for me to start walking, but before I’m two steps out of the elevator, he pulls me back into him, my back to his front, before wrapping his arms around my stomach.
“You know I’m not going to run away,” I say through a giggle as we talk in tandem to the door.
“I know,” he says as his hands slide up my stomach, cupping my breasts. How am I supposed to get a door open when this is happening? “But if you ran, I couldn’t do this.”
All thoughts of a door, or really anything, fly out of my brain when Grayson’s hands are on me. My head falls back onto his shoulder as teases me in the perfect places. Now, if he were to just start kissing my neck while he’s doing this, I’d do anything he asked tonight.
Even that.
Yes, that.
“Are you going to let us in the room, Kat?” he asks, his lips dangerously close to that territory. “Or are you just going to let me tease you all night?”
I try my best to regain any brain function, but just as I do, he lightly nibbles on my neck, pinching my nipples through my sweater and bra. His fingers slowly start inching up my leather skirt sending shivers up my spine.
“Grayson...” His name spills out of my lips as I fail yet again to step closer to the door, and therefore let us in. “I need more.”
“Then let us in the room, Kat,” he murmurs in my ear. “The quicker we’re inside, the quicker I can lick that sweet pussy that I know is wet and ready for me.”
His words snap me out of my fog, my body instantly ready for every single word that just came out of his deliciously dirty mouth.
Because it is. It so is.
I hurry and tap the key card to the door, the green light flashing and allowing me to push in with ease. Grayson and I stumble into the room, and I barely have my feet under me before he spins me around and pins me against the wall.
Yes, a million times yes, is the only thing going through my head. The feel of his body pressed against mine, the hard wall behind me. His mouth claiming mine like it’s his to do with what he wants.
One million, bajillion, infinity times yes.
Our hands are clawing at each other, both having the same idea as we start to lift up each other’s sweaters.
We break our kiss, both smiling through ragged breaths, when we realize we’re about to get tangled.
He lets go of mine, lifting his arms up over his head.
Our eyes stay locked as run my fingers under his sweater, allowing my hands to explore while I push up the material over his head.
I’d felt his chest against me earlier. I felt it on the dance floor.
I leaned into it while he was teasing me.
But seeing it now…the definition in his muscles that isn’t too bulky but it lets me know that the man definitely hits the gym…
the dusting of chest hair that I know will feel delicious against my bare skin in just a matter of minutes…
it’s more than I could’ve imagined. I feel my mouth watering, and my mind is spiraling with the naughtiest of thoughts as he puts his arms down, tossing the garment to the side.
I unconsciously lick my lips as I reach for the bottom of my sweater to take it off.
The heat is just too much to bear, between the woolen fabric and Grayson’s gaze.
But the second I start to move it up, he takes both of my hands in his, bringing them above my head, his pelvis pressing into me so I have nowhere to go.
“Oh no,” he says in a low, deep voice. “This is my present. Don’t you dare unwrap it.”
In any other setting, and if it were any other man, I’d be cracking up right now over his horrible Christmas pun.
But in this case, as I feel his hands slide up my side, pushing up the knitted fabric, and the immediate sensation of the cold air hitting my exposed skin, there’s nothing to laugh about.
Quite the contrary. I have nothing to say.
There’s nothing I want to say. The only thing I want to do with my mouth is kiss this man.
“Fuck, Kat,” he says as he stares down at my chest. “I had a feeling I was going to get lost in these tonight. And I’m glad I was so fucking right.”
A ping of regret hits me as it’s only then that I realize I’m wearing the boring Katherine lingerie.
The beige bra has lace on it, but the panties are full coverage and in no way sexy.
Yet, I don’t think Grayson gives two fucks.
He doesn’t even bother taking down the straps as he pushes both of my tits together before burying his face into the crease.
Now, being a bigger-chested woman, and having been with men who know and don’t know what do in the bedroom, an act like this has only ever gone one of two ways.
There’s the disappointing way: The men who see a pair of breasts with a cup size bigger than “D” and lose all brain power.
That also means they lose any—if they had any—sense of how to not just motorboat you into oblivion.
Sure, they love it, but me? Not so much.
But then there are the men like Grayson.
The ones whose touch is just as much for them as it is for me.
Where there’s massaging and squeezing, kissing and sucking, lapping and tasting.
Every movement, every kiss, and every suck, is sending shivers through my body.
And if I had any questions on whether or not this is turning him on, that’s quickly answered by the feel of his hard cock grinding into me.
My breathing is picking up, and somehow I’m hotter now than I was a minute ago with my sweater on. As if he can read my mind, Grayson slides the straps down my shoulders before reaching behind and expertly unfastening my bra with two quick flicks of his fingers.
Skills like that are going to bode very well for later…
Grayson steps back, looking at me with reverence as I stand topless before him, my chest heaving, in nothing now but knee-high boots and a black leather skirt.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
The low register of his voice hits me straight in the pussy. I feel it clench as his words echo off the walls surrounding us.
“I can say the same thing.”