Wow.
I feel like I’m at the top of the rollercoaster, all the anticipation building, the feelings swirling and growing within before I tip over the precipice.
It’s thrilling and absolutely terrifying.
I’ve managed to stay away from love, or rather, it’s stayed away from me. It’s all so unfamiliar.
But the thing that’s swirling in my gut? Yeah, that’s nervousness about tonight.
Our nightly talks have become filled with more sexual tension than I thought was possible through a screen. Close to that dirty *NSYNC song my sister and I would listen to in secret so our parents wouldn’t find out, but not quite. As tempting as it is—and it’s so fucking tempting—I want to save that until we can be together.
With both of our busy schedules, we haven’t been able to go on another date. He’s been helping Wells with Tristan, and I’ve had to stay late at work for a project.
But that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen him. For the three weeks we’ve gone without a date, I’ve seen him every Saturday morning at Mason’s soccer games.
After our initial introduction at the birthday party, Grant doesn’t want to come on too strong with Harrison, and I agree. But it’s hard to watch his tan skin glisten in the sunlight as he coaches the team, trying not to smile when he glances my way and winks.
Him, those blue eyes, and those mesmerizing winks are going to be the death of me. I very well could drop dead of a heart palpitation if he keeps it up. Then again, that could mean some mouth-to-mouth resuscitation…
Candice gives me strange looks, her eyebrows arching inquisitively, but I don’t give anything away. I’m a sealed vault.
Tonight can’t happen soon enough. If it doesn’t I’m likely to combust. Grant’s made sure that Harrison’s at Cole’s for the night and that means we have the whole night to ourselves.
This time, as we walk to my door, I know he’s coming inside. His hand squeezes my waist, tucking me closer under his arm as he leads us down the sidewalk through the complex. “I missed spending time with you.” He pulls me closer, kissing the side of my head. “This is the best part of my week.”
Somehow he always knows what to say to make me feel like the most important person in the world.
We reach my apartment and Grant holds onto my hips as I unlock my door making my pulse thrum distractingly. I can’t get us inside fast enough.
“Do you want something to drink or—” Grant grabs me and drowns out my question with his lips. I guess he’s feeling as desperate for this as I am.
A surprised gasp morphs into a moan. His hands are all over me, fists clenched around the fabric of my dress as he pushes me against the wall with a thud. “All I need is you,” he growls against my skin before taking my mouth once more.
Grant worships me as he trails kisses along my skin, heat blooming where his lips touch. I’m just as ravenous for him, running my hands up and down his body longing to feel his skin against mine. “Grant.” I don’t know if I’m begging or demanding.
He smiles against my collarbone, kissing it lightly. “Hazel?”
“You’re driving me crazy.” I throw my head back thumping against the wall with a dull thud.
“You don’t think you’ve been driving me crazy every Saturday? You look like a dream. So beautiful it’s distracting. The way your hair glows in the sunlight, your cheeks flushed pink from the heat. Seeing you and not touching you is madness.” He runs his hands over my curves, cupping my breasts, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples making them peak through the thin fabric. “I think it’s time I drive you wild, don’t you think?”
“You—”
I’m left dumbfounded as Grant lifts me, my legs wrapping around his hips. Pinned between him and the wall, I’m at his mercy.
His mouth brushes across every inch of exposed skin stealing my breath. Strong fingers dig into my ass tilting my hips to the perfect angle as he grinds against me. I cling to him, my eyes rolling with each toying thrust. All the playful banter and rising tension have left me on edge for weeks and I’m damn near ready to explode.
Hot breath traces along my neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.” The deep, rugged rumble of his voice sends a tingle down my spine leading straight between my thighs.
I can do little but moan against him, begging him for more. He continues to rock his hips against mine, using only enough pressure to drive me crazy without sending me over the edge. “Please,” I beg, my nails dragging down his back.
Hungry blue eyes meet mine as he brushes my wild hair from my face. “Have you had enough?”
“No.” I pull his mouth down to mine, making him groan. “I want more.”
So much more.
He searches my gaze before adjusting his grip and carrying me into my bedroom, gently placing me on the bed.
