“Walked in—Emma—here—move.Move.”
Is she saying—nope.
Don’t care.
I lift her, cradling her ass in my hands while she moans and threads her fingers through my hair and kisses me like I’m the missing piece to her puzzle. And in four steps, I’m shoving her against the back door while I kiss her back like she’s the missing puzzle to my lone piece.
She squeezes her legs tighter.
I knead my fingers into her strong ass muscles, pressing my erection against her center through our clothes while she moans in my mouth.
I’m not this guy.
Lust doesn’t make me lose my mind.
But I want her naked.
I want her naked and I want to take her against this door and make her eyes light up with that sparkle she had in Hawaii again, and then I want to tell her all of my secrets so I don’t have to carry them alone either.
I am so fucked.
This is not how this trip is supposed to go.
“Oh, god, Grey,” she pants, and my name on her lips makes me even harder. “There.There—no. Nope. Grandpa—my eyes—move.Move.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“My eyes. But your cock.” She flexes her hips and whimpers.
So do I.
Can’t lie here.
“I want your cock,” she whispers.
“Parking lot.”
“Cousin.”
I recoil.
“Othercousin. Triplet. Your hair is so soft. How is your hair so soft?” She strokes me behind my ears, then around to my jaw, her fingers skimming my short beard until she’s somehow managed to draw me in to kiss her again.
“Dining room?” I murmur between kisses.
“Windows.”
Shit. “The dog house?”
“Fridge. Against the fridge.”
Done.
I spin again and almost slam her into the prep table when she shifts, rocking her pelvis against my overachieving dick and sending me spiraling toward a head rush.
Shit.
Shit fuck shit fuck not now.
