“Oh, suddenly you’re a reader?” I ignore his incessant nodding, laughing while I continue. “Rosie thought it would be a good idea if I started dating guys for, what she called, research purposes.”
The corner of Grant’s mouth lifts in disgust. In two seconds, I’m wrapped completely in his arms, his legs switching to cover mine and my chin tucked into his chest.
“No. Nope. Absolutely not.”
I try to move out of his arms, to look up at his face and see if his low tone is synonymous with his facial expression, but his tight grip doesn’t budge. My chest shakes with laughter.
“Are you jealous right now?”
“Of course.” He’s so open and carefree with his feelings, it sends me mentally reeling. Is this why he was so casual about setting up his sketchbook, and hoping I’d reciprocate? “I hate the thought of you being with someone else. Even if it’s fake.”
My arm finds its place around his waist and up the smooth skin of his back. “I wouldn’t have meant anything, anyways. I was totally against it.”
“You think that, but then the guy would have seen how gorgeous you were, and then fake dating turns intoLove Don’t Cost a Thingand he’s stealing my girl.”
I smile into the solid space of his chest.My girl.
Between that, baby, and Lily, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to remember being called anything else.
Phantom sensations of his tongue tracing between my thighs and over my breasts kindle over my body. I subtly rub my legs together and will the sensation away. No more than an hour could have passed, and I’m already starting to pool again, ready for him.
My mind reaches for any semblance of normality, to reply to his comment without giving away his effect on me.
“Love Don’t Cost a Thing?” I repeat and try to ignore his hand rubbing up and down my thigh.
“Yeah. That movie with the nerdy guy who fake dates the popular girl.” My mind is trying so hard to focus on his words, but his fingers slip a centimeter more under the hem of his t-shirt. “They fall in love, but he gets too cocky. Eventually he goes back to being a nerd.”
I gulp. “Don’t you meanCan’t Buy Me Love?”
He loosens his grip on me. I’m thankful for the space so I can get my body under control, but there’s a sense of emptiness that nearly has me leaning back into him.
Grant fully slides his hand under the fabric of his t-shirt, creeping closer to my butt. He looks at me unflinching, green eyes focused on mine. “Aren’t you supposed to be a romance girl?Love Don’t Cost a Thingis the superior of the two.”
The room is so much warmer suddenly, my legs and arms and neck heating up despite no longer being entrapped by Grant’s frame. The air feels the same as it was in the living room—sexually charged.
What were we talking about? I’m fighting to remember. The conversation is disintegrating. Grant leans over to lay me on my back, his rough hand slowly pushing my legs apart so he can fit in the space between.
My breath catches in my throat when he traces his way up, practiced fingers teasing over the bare area of my folds like he’s already memorized the landscape of them.
One finger eases into me, and I’ve lost control of how to breathe. Grant leaves hot kisses up and down the side of my neck, biting when his thumb rubs circles into my clit and rips a large moan from my throat.
“Lily.” He calls, but it sounds distant from how far I’ve fallen into ecstasy. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”
I didn’t realize they were closed until I opened them, staring back at the man who has me rolling against him instantly. The first two times he brought me to an orgasm, he was fully clothed. But with his shirt off I can see his bicep flexing in time with his languid movements. It makes everything hotter.
“You’re so sweet when you’re like this. So pretty.” Grant’s praise causes my back to arch, my eyes to shut in hopes of intensifying everything he’s making me feel. His left hand comes up to rub my temple and reminds me to look at him. “You like the sound of my voice, baby? Like hearing me compliment this body and all the things you do right for me?”
I can’t stop my hips from chasing his finger, begging to be filled with something bigger. Something more.
Like he’s reading my mind, Grant adds another and presses deeper.
“How many times are you going to come for me tonight? Take a guess.”
His words start to taper off at the end, becoming distant. Euphoria is building, hairs raising on my skin and pleasurebecoming the only thing I know. His fingers reach into the deepest part of me, and he repeats himself.
“Guess, Lily.”
Guess? I can hardly think of anything but Grant’s low voice and his hand pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
