“I’ve got it.”
Carter beams like a proud parent while Jace snickers. “About damn time. Come on, Kinsley. Get in.”
“B-but…”
Standing up through the sunroof, Carter points at her and then the car. “Let’s go, or we’re leaving you here to walk home.”
She sulks like a child as she gets in the back and closes the door behind her. I give her a fake smile and wave as Jace drives away.
“Come on.”
Grayson and I walk to his car in total silence. He unlocks the door, and we both climb in. There are so many things I want to say to him, but judging by the look on his face, he doesn’t want to hear it. Gone is the hot and fiery guy whose jealousy took over tonight. Instead, he’s stone cold.
Halfway through the ride home, I can’t take the silence anymore. I reach to put the radio on, but he immediately turns it right back off. Rolling my eyes, I turn to look at him.
“Thank you for giving me a ride home. I wasn’t sure what to tell Jace back there.”
Nothing. Not a smile, or a hum. He’s just blank. I focus on staring out the window, watching the lights go by as we drive out of the city.
We pull up to my house, and I sigh in relief when I notice my dad isn’t home. He already forgot my birthday, not that I expected him to remember. The last thing I wanted was to deal with him asking me where I was tonight—like he has any right to act like a parent now.
“Thanks again.”
He doesn’t say a word as I get out of the car and run inside, leaping over the rotten parts of the porch that I have committed to memory. A part of me considers just going to bed, but the club was so crowded that I feel grimy and disgusting. I grab a towel from the linen closet and go into the bathroom.
Throughout the duration of my shower, I can’t shake the feeling of Grayson’s touch. It lingers everywhere. His hands on my waist. His lips at my ear. The length in his pants as I ground against him. It’s taking over my mind and making it hard to focus on anything else.
Sliding my hand between my legs, I press two fingers against my clit—rubbing in a circular motion. I close my eyes and imagine it’s Grayson. My head lolls back against the tiles as I try to picture him doing this to me, but I know nothing is close to the real thing. That kiss in the hallway did more than take my breath away. It ruined me for even myself.
Giving up, I turn off the water and climb out before wrapping a towel around my chest. As I reach my room and shut the door behind me, a shadow cast on the wall tells me I’m not alone. I’m about to scream, but something stops me.
“Grayson?” I flick on the light to find him sitting on my bed, staring at his hands. “What are you doing here?”
His eyes meet mine before gazing over my body, reminding me that I’m only in a towel. Within a second, he gets up and stalks across the small room. My back is against the door, and he’s so close I can taste him. Our breaths mix together as he runs his knuckles down my arm, and the conflicted look on his face makes my heart hurt.
“Tell me to stop, Sav.” He all but whispers. “Tell me to leave. You have to.”
I should, that much is clear. No good could come of this. Not when he hates me. Not when his sole mission in life is to destroy me. And yet, I want him here, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“Stay.”
Like the crack of a whip, his restraint snaps, and for the second time in two weeks, his lips are on mine. I gasp at the sudden movement. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he slips his tongue into my mouth and intertwines it with my own. He tastes the way he looks—sexy and dangerous, with a small hint of home.
“Fucking hell,” he groans as he presses against me. “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.”
My head falls to the side when he starts kissing my neck. His mouth is like magic as he licks and sucks on the sensitive skin. I can already feel how rock hard he is. His hand starts sliding up my thigh, lifting the towel just enough. He’s tender at first, rubbing me in all the right places. My body is entirely at his mercy, and I’d stay like this forever if given the chance.
“Oh God.” I breathe, quivering from the pleasure.
He smirks. “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby.”
The pet name alone turns me into a puddle of mush. His lips find mine again, and he kisses me, hard yet sweet. Still holding the towel around me, he places his hand over my own and slowly starts to pry it off.
“Can I?” he asks, voice full of sincerity. Like if I told him no, he would respect it. Like I’m in control.
I nod and release the only thing covering me, allowing him to slide it down until it pools on the floor. He lets his eyes sweep across my body and bites his lip.
“You’re perfect.”
Gripping my hips, he lifts me up and carries me over to my bed. He gently lays me down before pulling his shirt over his head. I need to resist the urge to whine at how physically flawless he is. The term “washboard abs” was invented with this boy in mind. I’m sure of it.
My hand reaches up and rests on his chest, then makes its way down. I feel over every muscle, memorize every dip. He stays completely still until I reach his pants and pop open the button. I pull the zipper down slowly as he watches me.
“Take them off,” I tell him. When he still seems unsure, I look him straight in the eyes. “I want this, Gray.”
He’s fighting something as he takes a few breaths. “Do you know what you’re asking? I know you’re a virgin, but I won’t go easy. I can’t. I don’t know how.”
“H-how do you know that?”
“You told me,” he admits. “The night you were drunk and I brought you back to my house.”
Fuck me and my drunken admissions. I can only imagine what else came out of my mouth. However, it still doesn’t change the fact that I want this, want him. I grab his shoulders and pull him down onto me, pressing my lips to his.
“Take it, Grayson. It’s yours. It always has been.”
He growls before standing up, pushing his pants and boxers down in one go. His hard cock springs free, making my eyes widen. He’s big, probably eight or nine inches, and thick. I timidly wrap my hand around it, and he hisses as his head falls back. Moving to the edge of the bed, he watches me as I stick my tongue out and lick the tip—tasting the small bead of pre-cum that has accumulated.
“Fuck,” he murmurs.
I take the head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it as I pump the rest with my hand. His reaction only encourages me to keep going. I slide him in and out a few times until he hits the back of my throat. Grayson moans, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling me off him.
“You keep doing that, and this won’t last long enough for me to take anything.”
As I lay back, he steps out of his jeans and climbs onto the bed beside me. He kisses my neck then proceeds to move further down my body. When he reaches my breasts, he takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks, while his fingers tease the other. I arch my hips as I release a loud whimper. I know I should be quiet, in case my dad comes home, but I can’t help it. It feels too good.
“Fuck me, Gray. Please, fuck me.”
He groans and rests his forehead on my chest. “Christ, Sav. You can’t just say things like that and expect me not to combust on the spot.” Moving even lower, he blows a cool breath over my belly button. “Soon, baby.”