“Tell me about it, stud,” I said, quoting one of Sandy’s famous lines from the movie.
He laughed and pulled me close, his arms going around my waist. “I got chills, they’re multiplying.”
Now it was my turn to laugh as he quoted the next line in the movie. “I didn’t know you knewGreaseso well.”
“Wilder’s little sister, Savannah, went through aGreasestage with her friends. I’d be over there, and they’d be belting out all the lyrics to the songs.” He paused. “And I may have looked up the scene where Sandy has her makeover to get an idea of what your costume might look like.”
My brows rose. “And?”
“And you look even better than I thought you would.” His heated blue eyes bored into mine, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss him.
My face must have given me away, because his eyes flicked down to my lips and lingered there for a moment before returning to my eyes.
A slow smile spread across his face. “I think it’s time we got this show on the road.”
Before I had a chance to ask him what he meant, he lifted me up by the waist, my arms and legs automatically going around him as he carried me out of the room.
“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to see where he was taking me. His strength still surprised me as he carried me around like I weighed nothing, which I totally loved.
“To show everyone that you’re my girlfriend.”
Right, of course. It was showtime. How could I forget?
He entered the expansive hallway that led from the kitchen back to the front of the house where the dance floor was, stopping in one of the only empty alcoves. Pressing my back against the archway that led to a closed bedroom, he gave me a hungry look.
My eyes went wide, but I didn’t have time to fully comprehend what we were doing until his mouth came crashing onto mine.
My mouth and body responded quickly. A resoundingyesfilled my mind at finally having his lips on me again. My legs clamped around him tighter, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other hand in his hair. We moved together, our kiss greedy, both of us trying to get closer, needing more. This kiss was nothing like the slow and heady kiss at the Wolf’s Den. We’d both been waiting, craving, to kiss each other again.
How had I gone a whole week without kissing him?
I loosened the grip my legs had on him, attempting to move them down so I could stand. Slate responded, releasing his hold on me, causing my body to slide down his built torso, feeling his hard muscles along the way.
Once my feet were on the ground, our height difference was accentuated as he towered over me, making me feel small. That was one of my favorite things about Slate, how big he was, especially compared to me.
Slate moved his hands to the sides of my neck, cradling the base of my head as I bent it back to kiss him. I slid my hands underneath his leather jacket, running my fingers over his pecs and shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles.
His hands burned a trail against my skin as they glided down my neck and against my bare shoulders, his fingertips grazing down my arms as his mouth continued to explore mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him, and he let out a deep moan. If what I felt against my stomach was any indication of how much he was enjoying this make out session of ours, we were on the same page.
His lips left mine, and for a second, I was worried he was stopping, but then his mouth was on my neck, my eyes closing as I released a breathy sigh in relief. I wasn’t ready for this to end. He continued a path down to my collarbone, kissing, sucking, nipping, as he made his way out to my shoulder. Each touch of his mouth made my breathing sound more like panting. What was he doing to me? I wasn’t used to reacting this way to making out.
I was vaguely aware that we were in public at a party where anyone could be watching us, but I couldn’t get myself to care when his lips were on my skin, and I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life.
His hands were wrapped around my waist, but he began to move them, one up into my hair, the other slowly moving down until it landed on my butt.
“Your ass is perfection,” he said against my lips, his voice low and throaty. “Have I ever told you that before?”
I smiled as he kissed me, remembering all the times we’d talked about him liking my behind, as we had called it. “A time or two.”
“It looks even more amazing in these pants.” Both of his hands gripped me, his low growl reverberating through my hands, pressed against his chest, as he kissed me again.
I got lost in our kiss. It was impossible to think about anything other than the two of us being intertwined, moving to a silent rhythm that we both seemed to know. There was no sense of time or place, only us right there in the moment.
Slate pulled back abruptly. “Okay, we’ve got to stop.”
His sudden break was jarring, and I blinked a few times to get my bearings.
My eyes took in Slate—disheveled hair, chest heaving, swollen lips, eyes that looked a little wild. As I kept looking at him, I realized I’d never seen Slate like this before. For the first time since I’d known him, he didn’t look like he was in control. I’d learned over the past several weeks that he worked hard to stay in control, to stay focused, but right now he looked unbridled—and maybe even a little scared.
