Page 52 of Resisting Mr. Granville

I throw back the blanket and get off the couch. I hear her close the refrigerator door, but she doesn’t move into my line of sight.

When I enter the kitchen, she’s leaning back against the counter with a little smile on her pretty face. “Sorry. Did I wake you?”

I shake my head. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Mm.” She nods like she understands and uncaps her fresh bottle of water. “Probably because you’re not snuggled up in bed with my naked body pressed against yours.”

Christ.

“Yeah, that probably has something to do with it.”

She shrugs as she takes a sip, then says, “Hey, that could have been your night, but you wanted to sleep alone on the couch.”

I don’t take her bait. I don’t want to fight. She’s down here when I was just thinking about her, and we have this moment alone. I don’t want to waste it.

I walk over to her. She doesn’t move as I approach, just holds my gaze, losing her smile when I stand towering over her. I plant my hands on the counter on either side of her so she can’t move.

“Looks like you caught me,” she says softly.

“Mm-hmm.”

She licks her lips, still holding my gaze. “What are you gonna do with me?”

I want to do so many fucking things to her.

The first thing that crosses my mind is her tits. I want to see them. I look down at that skimpy fucking top. I don’t know who invented crop tops, but I need to send them a fucking thank-you letter.

Letting go of the counter, I reach for the hem of her top and fold it up so her tits are exposed. “So fucking perfect,” I murmur, reaching for one and giving it a firm squeeze before I grab the other. Her nipples are already hard, and I know they’ll still be super sensitive since they haven’t been touched.

Unless, of course,she’sbeen touching them.

I like that vision.

“Are you sleeping naked in my bed tonight, Kennedy?”

She shakes her head, looking up at me as I look at her body. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes. I want to smell your pussy on my blankets. I want to know these pretty little nipples have rubbed against the sheets I’ll sleep on tomorrow night.”

She gasps as I give her nipples a sharp squeeze. “Okay,” she says a little breathlessly. “I’ll take my clothes off when I go back upstairs. I would have if you were sleeping with me, I was just… afraid… someone else might come in.”

Her words break as I squeeze and roll her nipples between my fingers while she talks. Her eyes drift shut, her head lolling back as I keep her pinned here, playing with her tits.

Since her eyes are closed and she won’t expect it, I grab the bottle of ice cold water she sat down on the counter when I came in. I press it against her warm skin and she jumps at the sudden chill.

“Sh.” I lean in, pressing my lips against hers. I drag the cool bottle across her belly and around to her side. She sucks in a breath that I feel against my mouth as I lower the bottle, pushing it past the waistband of her sleep shorts.

She squirms, not knowing where I’ll put it next, but probably suspecting.

I push it between her legs, catch her breath on my lips as the cold bottle rests against her inner thigh.

“Milo,” she whines before kissing me a few times on my lips, on the corners of my mouth. They’re needy kisses. She’s begging without words for me to touch her where she needs it most.

I put the bottle back down on the counter. My hand is still cool where I was holding it, so I press that palm against her nipple. She gasps into my mouth, and I take her bottom lip between my teeth.

“Come to the couch,” I say roughly as I kiss her.

She follows me, our mouths still connected as we make our way to the couch, our hands roaming one another’s bodies.

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