“Better offer me another option if you don’t want to land that pretty ass in the snow.”
I can’t hold back another squeal, giggling as he takes big steps to threaten me. “You’re going to spill my beer.”
“I’ll get you another.”
Groaning in frustration, I resort to the only thing that might remotely stop him.
I sink my fingers into his brown hair and squeeze tight, pulling his head back to look up at me.
His nostrils flare, and I’ve discovered another little something that turns him on.
Good.
I drop my mouth over his, lightly, taking small tastes until his grip on me shifts, sliding me down his body until my legs are firmly wrapped around his waist.
I open to him, inviting him in, and he takes the opportunity, kissing me like the expert I know him to be.
My grip in his hair tightens, and he moans into my mouth, pressing my back against a nearby wall and showing me just how hard I’ve made him.
Yes. That’s what I want.
I’m already slick with need, more than ready for this.
Greyson’s the safest option of them all to be intimate with like this, so I take the plunge. I find the leverage to rub myself against his hard length.
Nipping at his bottom lip, I find my voice. “Didn’t you say you have a cot in here somewhere?”
“Yes.” That one word tumbles over gravel and spears through me.
“Show me.”
He only hesitates for a heartbeat before he’s carrying me through his workshop to the back of the barn.
A small room has a chair, a side table, and a full-on mattress propped on a wooden box—almost like a bedroom, but it doesn’t look like he’s been back here all that recently.
Greyson drops to one knee on the mattress and slowly lowers me to it, taking the bottle from my hand and setting it aside before he returns, kissing me like a man on a mission.
My soft moan seems to rile him up further because his hands slide down my body possessively, kneading my hips and lifting me once more.
My back hits the cushion, and I’m under the long planes of his body.
The hint of his weight is so delicious.
I squeeze him with my thighs and get a responding roll of his hips.
We grind together for long moments, and I’m on the edge of combustion.
Breaking our kiss, Greyson pants above me. “Fuck, Drew. Tell me what you want because if you don’t stop me, I’m going to strip you bare and take everything I’ve been daydreaming about.”
Oh fuck. It doesn’t matter what everything entails, I already know that I want it.
But…
“Tell me,” I prompt.
Kisses spread down my throat, teeth sink into the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, and Greyson pulls a needy moan out of me.
“I want to spread my mouth over every inch of your skin. Feel the way it gives under my teeth. Suck on those perky little nipples.” As if to prove his point, his mouth surrounds my left breast over my shirt and the soft cup of my bra.
