She turned to Grant at the sound of her name, and he was smiling at her with a content look on his face. She smiled back and faced the screen.
“Your mouth is sinful.”
He was back at her ear, trailing his tongue over her flesh and stroking her arm with his fingers. She expected him to be done, to be so satisfied that he would watch the movie with her and maybe hold her hand.
Grant had no idea she wanted to be left alone. He would never dream of not reciprocating, and they’d spent each meet-up having sex. He didn’t know that Alex was going through inner turmoil, or that she was confused about what she wanted. He simply wanted to make her feel as good as she’d made him feel.
She was wearing jeans again, which made him wonder why she wasn’t thinking ahead and wearing skirts or dresses. Not to be deterred, he unfastened her pants and fondled her where he could reach. He assumed she would lower herself in the seat and widen her legs for easier access, but she didn’t. He was rather surprised that she was facing straight ahead and not looking at him or, better yet, kissing him. It suddenly occurred to him that maybe she actually wanted to see the movie, so he lightened his touch and tried not to bother her. He couldn’t stop touching her altogether, though, so he rested his palm on her lap and moved his fingertips minimally over the fabric between her legs.
Alex squirmed. Grant barely touching her was driving her wild. She was going to end up doing exactly what she said she didn’t want to do, and all because he was so fucking hot that she couldn’t resist him. Her hips moved on their own, raising up so his touch covered more of her than before. His entire hand was molded to her pussy; if only she wasn’t wearing fucking pants. She squirmed again and realized what she needed more than anything. She wondered if he would agree.
“Grant,” she whispered.
He was looking at her already when she turned her head to face him. “Yeah?”
“I need to fuck you in a bed.”
His eyebrows went up, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stood up and held his hand out for her. She took it, standing and fixing her pants before grabbing her purse and following him out of the theater. She couldn’t even remember the part of the movie they’d seen, nor did she care. She was getting her wish.
Since they’d met there, she stopped by her car and stared up into his eyes for a minute. In her flats, she actually had to tilt her head. “Whose place?”
He hesitated. “Yours.”
“Follow me or ride along?”
“Follow.”
She swallowed a sigh as he ambled off to his bike. The better to escape when he was through with her, of course.
Alex tried not to think too much as she drove to her apartment. She was going to have Grant in her home; in herbed. He was going to do the things to her that he’d talked about before. He was going to go down on her, eat her until she was screaming his name, and then he was going to pound her into a boneless pile of mush. She had to shift in the driver’s seat as she pictured it. As she pulled into the complex, she saw a familiar car parked in front of her building and she let out a massive groan.
“Carmela!” she hissed as she opened her door to see her cousin waiting for her.
“Alex, what—” She broke off as she heard the rumble of the motorcycle and looked up. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus, is that your man?”
“Don’t you dare call him that to his face,” Alex warned as they both watched him approach.
“I hope to God you’re about to get laid by that fine ass.”
He pulled into the spot on the other side of Alex and shut off the bike. He studied the two women as he pulled off his sunglasses and sauntered over.
“Hello.”
“This is my cousin, who was just leaving,” Alex said in a tone that made it clear Carmela needed to go.
“Carmela. Nice to meet you.” She held out her hand and Grant shook it without a word.
He looked at Alex. Alex glared at Carmela. She finally straightened herself up and waved, opening her car door. “I’ll just get that casserole dish back from you later.”
Grant and Alex stood in the parking lot watching her back out and drive off. Grant raised his eyebrows at Alex. “She sucks at calling first. Sorry.”
He didn’t say anything, but followed Alex up the walk and to the staircase. She lived on the third floor, and he watched her ass the entire way up. By the time she unlocked her door and opened it for him, he was salivating and wishing he could bite it.
She shut and locked the door as he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. He bit her where he could reach, which was more like her thigh than her ass, but he didn’t give a fuck. He headed down the hallway, the only logical place for her bedroom to exist in this layout, and dropped her on the bed. He immediately sank down with her and flipped her ass up, biting her closest cheek and grinning as she squealed. He slapped the other jean-clad cheek and laughed as she sat up with her hair all in her face.
She was grateful that Carmela hadn’t freaked him out and ruined everything. At least for right now, she was going to have her cake and eat it, too.
