Page 80 of Broken Dreams
“Don’t stop,” I plead and he drifts higher.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
His fingertips graze the underside of my breast before his thumb brushes over my nipple. I swear, I might come just like this.
Call it crazy, call it ridiculous. I do not care, I’m so turned on right now anything could set me on fire at this point.
Three fucking years. Three long ass years of craving to be touched and it’s finally happening.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
“Yes.”
The word is breathy, but he hears it. He pushes my shirt up higher, exposing my bare breasts to the cool air. Now I’m very glad I skipped the bra when I changed in the bathroom.
“Addison, look at me.” I force my eyes to open. His green eyes are blazing with intensity. Slowly, he lowers his mouth to my breast, he doesn’t suck on it, though. Instead, his tongue circles my nipple, lazily as though he has nothing else to do but this for as long as he wants.
“Grady...” I’m half desperate for more.
He stills, and I can sense he wants to say something, but before he can, my doorbell rings.
Like cold water poured on our heads, we both stop.
Shit.
The two of us turn toward the door and then the bell rings again.
“Are you expecting someone?” he asks.
I shake my head quickly.
He moves off of me, and I scramble out of the bed. Shit. What the hell am I doing? I’m reckless and was literally saved by the bell because I would not have stopped that.
I would’ve let him take me right then and not given a shit about anything else.
Which is stupid.
Because I have to remember my very open heart wants something he doesn’t.
The bell rings again. “Addison!”
Shit.
“Devney is here,” I say, straightening my shirt. “Hide.”
“Hide? Why would I hide?”
Now there’s a bang on the door. “Addison! I know you’re in there! Open up!”
I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. “Because she can’t know you spent the night here, you need to hide or sneak out the back or climb down the trellis.”
“Do you have a trellis?” he asks with a smirk.
“I think so! I don’t know, but she can’t see you here, waking up in my house.” Seriously, that is like the worst thing that can happen. I shove him toward the door as he chuckles. “Let’s go, out the window.”
We’re on the second floor and I have no earthly idea if he can escape, but whatever he has to do, must be done. Devney will ask a million questions I don’t have the answers to, and the longer this takes the worse it’ll be.
“Isn’t the point of our arrangement to have people see us?”
