Page 47 of The Drop

When we get to the apartments, we walk up the steps and stop in the space between our two apartments. Grant scratches the back of his head as he asks.

"If you've changed your mind, we don't have to do anything." He coughs nervously. "We could always watch a film and order some food?" I raise my eyebrows at him and smile. I've never seen him like this before, and it's endearing. Any other guy would have rushed me inside by now, eager to get back to what we started, but not this guy. "I haven't changed my mind," I say, taking a step towards him. "Unless you have?" I offer self-consciously.

"No," he shouts, shaking his head before saying more quietly. "Sorry, no, I haven't."

I splutter out a laugh, and he joins me, laughing at himself; he steps forward and does my new favourite things; he grabs my hips like he owns me, and I feel a rush of excitement.

"Okay, so we've got a dilemma." He leans in as he presses me against the wall of the entry balcony between our two apartments. "My apartment?" He sweeps an arm towards it. "Gunnar was mid-argument when I left, so he might still be in an argument or on the sofa drinking a beer." He then moves his arm over to mine. "Or a very unhappy Cami, who has warned me away from you frequently, which is the lesser of the two evils?"

I smirk up at him. "Cami messaged while I was at the pool to tell me she's staying the night with her date." I slip under his arm and saunter backwards towards my door.

"Ding, we have a winner." Grant moves quickly and crowds me against it, kissing me, and I reach up, running my fingers through his hair as he pushes me against the door and effortlessly lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and his hands stroke my hips as we get lost in the moment that passes before I remember we’re still out in the open and I’m dripping wet and cold from the pool.

“Keys?” he mumbles against my mouth, clearly thinking the same thing. He sets me down, and I fumble the door open. The second it closes behind us, he has me backed against the wall opposite it, pressing into me.

I rake my hands through his damp hair. “You’re cold,” he murmurs, brushing his hands up and down my sides to warm me.

“I need to get these wet clothes off.” My head bumps gently against the wall as his lips trail down my neck, sucking and licking a path that makes my breath hitch and my fingers tighten in his hair.

“I can help with that,” he says, sucking on my pulse point as he picks me up again. I grind against him instinctively, and we both let out low moans.

He carries me down the hallway to my bedroom and lays me gently on the bed, like I’m something fragile. Then he climbs over me, his body hovering above mine.

I reach under his shirt and push it up; he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside. I sit up and tug my top over my head, tossing it to the floor. We stare at each other for a beat before I slowly lift my hands and untie the strings around my neck, letting the top fall, then pulling the last knot at my back. Grant’s eyes widen.

He crushes his mouth to mine in a bruising, impatient kiss, then trails his lips down my neck. His hands move to my breasts, squeezing gently.

“I was supposed to do that,” he growls against my skin. “Don’t worry, I’ve got the rest.”

A fresh wave of heat rushes through me as his hands slide lower and his mouth wraps around a nipple. I arch into him, needingmore, threading my fingers into his hair as he undoes my shorts and slips them down my legs. Had they not already been wet, his touch alone would’ve soaked my bikini bottoms.

He kisses up the inside of my thighs in slow, torturous progress. His fingers toy with the ties of my bikini bottoms, and I squirm beneath him, desperate for more.

“Grant,” I moan as his mouth moves up over my hip and stomach.

“What do you need, baby?” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against my skin as he returns to my breasts, giving them lavish attention. The way he saysbabysends another rush of heat flooding through me.

“You,” I whisper, tugging on his hair while he teases both nipples one with his mouth, the other with his fingers.

“Where?” He moves his fingers to the ties again, teasing.

“Grant,” I gasp as he slips a finger under the fabric and presses against my clit. I arch off the bed with a moan.

“My mouth or my fingers?” He moves lower.

“Both,” I gasp.

He finally unties the knots and licks up my centre. “Oh God,” I moan as he pushes a finger in. My hips lift instinctively. Another finger follows slow, deliberate, stretching and teasing like he knows exactly how to undo me.

“So tight, Brooke,” he groans, continuing to lick and suck until I can’t hold back. I come with a moan, tugging hard on his hair.

He doesn’t stop until I’m trembling, and when he finally moves back up, he opens his mouth probably to say something cocky but I grab him and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

My hands move down to his shorts, pushing them down. He helps, then leans over the side of the bed to grab a condom from his wallet. I slide back on the pillows and realise we haven’t even made it under the covers.

“You sure?” he asks as he joins me. I glance down at him he’s big. Bigger than Josh.

“No pressure if you want to stop.”

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