Page 138 of Broken Grump

Then, we just stand there for a bit before I think to look down at my watch.

“Oh, shoot. I’ve got to go pick up Luna. But we can meet at the lot after to celebrate, yeah?”

I assumed he was just going to agree, so I turned away and started walking without another word. But then, I feel his firm grasp on my elbow.

“Wha—”

Before I can get anything else out, he swings me around to face him. Next, his soft lips are crashing down on mine. At first, I relish in the feeling—I’ve missed it dearly—but as soon as his hands start drifting towards my ass, I remember where we are.

“Hayden Cohen!” I pull away and smack his shoulder.

“What?” He smirks before grabbing me again and continuing his attack on my mouth.

“We’re in public,” I mumble against him.

“So?”

“So? It’s broad daylight, and people are watching us.” I have one eye open, and I can see the spectators staring.

“Let them watch.” He doesn’t slow down, and he even starts rubbing his hips against my stomach—a move that makes me feel all tingly inside.

“Hayden . . .” I try to stop him one more time before finally just surrendering. I let go of the rock I was leaning on, and I tangle my fingers in his hair.

“Can you tell how you make me feel?” he whispers in my ear after leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

If you’re referring to your rock-hard member against my leg, then yes. Yes, I can.I love that I have that effect on him.

“Now,” he says into my hair, “don’t get me wrong, I’m perfectly happy that you let me touch you and kiss you, but I want more. Ineedmore.”

“What do you mean?” I ask breathlessly. If I give him any more at this rate, we’ll be hearing sirens approaching soon.

“Go out with me tonight,” he mutters, holding his face a few inches away from mine. “Please, I’ve been dying to go out on a date with you.”

I squirm away from him then and hold my finger in his face. “Remember what you promised me?”

He rolls his eyes and lets out an exaggerated groan.

“Hey! You promised that we could take this slow.”

“Well, yeah. Slow. Not at a snail’s pace.”

“Hayden,” I scold.

“Fine. But any slower, and I think I might die.”

“Oh.” I pout in mockery of him. “Poor baby.”

“Seriously, Adds. My hand is getting really tired of satisfying me after all the dirty, nasty thoughts I have about you.”

I’m not sure why, but that turns me on beyond belief. Well, not the jacking off part, per se—but the part where he works himself up so much thinking about me that he has to find a release to get it out of his body before he goes crazy. Secretly, I can absolutely relate. One of my main fantasies lately has to do with his naked body, a bear skin rug, a roaring fire, and me at an easel with a paintbrush in my hand.

Oh, to capture that Adonis-like body on a canvas.The very thought makes me bite my lip.

“What was that?” When I come back to my senses, he’s staring directly at my mouth.

“Nothing,” I lie, pushing hair behind my ear.

“It sure didn’t look like nothing.”

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