“No particular plans,” he says, surprising me. “But you aren’t working during the break, are you?”
“I have three days off, but I have to work the other days.”
“Three back to back?”
“Yup. Our supervisors decided we need a break.” Which is ridiculous, since we’re staying on campus for hours, not for “a break.” “Why?”
“Your bosses aren’t going to call and ask you to come in, right?” He waves the question away. “Actually, tell them you won’t be available.”
I look at him warily. “How come?”
“So we can do something fun together.”
“For three days?”
“Why not?”
“What’re you going to be doing for the rest of the week?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll find something to fill the time.” He grins. “I’ll plan everything, to make up for scaring you so much today.”
I’m not sure what we could do for three days that would also fit his lifestyle. And there’s the other issue. “I’m broke,” I tell him so he doesn’t plan anything too extravagant. He has a Maserati and talks oh-so casually about his horses. It’s clear that he exists on a completely different financial plane.
He waves it away. “It won’t cost you a penny.”
I don’t buy it. Anything “fun” costs money around here, especially if it’s something that can keep us occupied for three days. “You aren’t going to make me ride, right?”
His eyes twinkle. “You afraid of horses?”
“Not the animals themselves. They’re gorgeous. But riding them? A little, after what I saw.”
He laughs. “Fine. No riding horses. I promise.”
“Can you tell me what we’ll be doing?”
“No, it’s a secret. Mainly because I don’t know yet. But prepare to be wowed.”
* * *
The next two weeks pass in a blur. All my midterms are taking place right before the spring break. That’s a good thing, since I won’t have to worry about studying for the tests while I’m with Grant. But it keeps me crazy busy. I only get to spend time with Grant in the evenings on days I’m not working, and that’s only because he comes over to my dorm carrying food.
On his mind are things other than feeding me. Like sitting near me, wrapping his free arm around my waist, finding the gap between my shirt and jeans with his thumb, running the warm pad along the bare skin. Goosebumps spread along my spine, followed by a hot, tingling sensation.
I always think he’s going to go straight for my mouth, but he never does what I expect. Sometimes he spends what feels like forever laying kisses all along the back of my neck, the side of my neck, behind my ears—I never knew how sensitive my neck and that spot behind my ears could be.
“Grant,” I sigh softly, urging him to give me what I want.
He ignores me and continues to rain hot kisses along my shoulder.
Now I’m the one squirming and sliding my fingers through his hair and taking his lips. Our tongues tangle as we taste each other. Every time he plunders my mouth, my senses start to spin out of control. All I can feel is the heat of his skin, the hot need building inside me, the vibration in his chest when he groans. The soft moan that tears from my lips.
But when he slips a hand underneath my shirt, I stiffen, like someone getting pulled out of a dream. He withdraws, his breathing rough and his eyes dark. His tongue glides over his lips like he’s savoring the lingering taste of me, but he doesn’t push or demand I give more than I’m comfortable with.
Which may be why I keep seeing him, keep letting him into my dorm and keep letting him touch me…and keep letting myself touch him back. It’s like he’s taming me—getting me used to his caresses so I crave them.
I feel like I can trust him to stick to my boundaries.
When I ask him if he doesn’t need to study—he’s spending a lot of time with me—he tells me he has some free time. He still won’t tell me what he’s planning for the break, but I don’t press. He says he wants to surprise me, and I’m certain it’s going to be good.
