Page 35 of Grayson

Damn I could do this all night. She’s incredible.

Letting my palm slide over her hip, around her back and then down to cup her ass, she nips at my lower lip.

Grinding my hips to hers she gasps when she feels how hard she’s making me.

“We should stop,” I tell her though it’s the last thing I want to do. But this isn’t the place. I’m sure hooking up in a dark alley or even the cab of my truck would be hot, but it’s now how I want to start things off with us. She deserves more.

“Are you sure?” she asks me, sucking softly on my lower lip.

“No,” I confess, making her laugh. “I’ll probably want to kick my own ass in about five minutes but I know if we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to.”

She lifts her gaze to meet mine.

“Against the side of a building is not how I want to remember our first time.” It dawns on her and she gets all shy on me once again. “This is not a rejection babe, this is a pause until later.”

She nods, understanding that we will be picking this back up sooner rather than later.

Taking her hand in mine, I link our fingers and offer a little tug. Side by side we reenter Ruby’s and I ignore the curious looks from all the guys, and from Scarlett.

What happens with us is only for us.

Me: You still awake?

It’s almost one in the morning and I can’t sleep. Our night was cut short when we stumbled into Skye’s place to find Tori and her friend Rachel on the couch watching a movie.

Skye was under the impression that they were staying at Rachel’s, but that wasn’t the case. Because as Tori stated, she is a girl and girls change their minds, often.

Asking Skye over to my place was an option but considering Tori has referred to it as my whore house too many times, it felt wrong.

Skye: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? You have work in less than six hours.

Me: Not tired. Missing you too much!

I wonder after a few minutes if I’ve gone too far. Then my phone vibrates in my hand.

Skye: The girls are asleep, with the television playing. If you’re quiet you could sneak in?

I read it three times to make sure I’m not imagining things. Then I’m up off my bed, grabbing my keys and moving toward the door, not even taking the time to put on a shirt.

Again my phone vibrates in my pocket when I pull my apartment door closed.

Skye: Not interested?

Was she insane?

Me: I’m outside your door.

A few minutes later her front door slowly opens and all I can do is stare. She stands before me in a tiny pair of shorts, a barely there tank top, and her hair hanging down around her shoulders.

Reaching out, she takes my hand in hers and pulls my inside. Glancing over I see Rachel and Tori asleep on the couch, the television still playing.

Moving passed them I’m led down the hallway to Skye’s bedroom where she shuts the door and flips the lock, before rotating around to face me.

I notice the way her eyes roam over my bare chest and waist before she reaches out and glides her palm over me.

My legs grow weak and instead of crumbling to the floor I grab her waist and lift her as her legs wrap around my hips and I carry her toward the bed.

“You sure about this?”

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