He left me alone for the rest of the show, and I didn’t appreciate how he went up to Greta and hugged her a little too long after she’d finished. She grinned up at him, wild eyes and beautiful hair. It felt like a punch to the gut.
I remained in the back, watching her make the rounds and get all the congrats she deserved. She’d nailed the first night. Totally nailed it. Her path led to me, after what felt like an hour. Her eyes warmed and her arms opened for a hug.
Of course, I obliged. “Hey, G. Stellar job.”
“Thanks. I feel high!” She lifted her legs and I spun her around. “I loved it. God. I’m amped up.”
“You want to stay for a while?” I wanted to pick her up and keep her for myself, for no other reason than to appease my own sick indulgences. It was her night. If she wanted to stay out all night, then I would, too. “What does my star want to do?”
“I don’t know! I feel like I could run five miles, get a tattoo, or dance until the sun comes up!” She laughed and threw her head back. “Do you ever get this feeling in your chest you don’t know what to do with?”
I slid my hand down to rest on her hip and I gripped it. “Yes. After a major win, I get this itchy feeling in my chest. It’s a mix of anxiety and blood-pumping adrenaline that makes my fingers twitch. The feeling starts in my chest and spreads through my body.”
“Yes!” Her gaze bounced between my eyes and mouth. “That’s exactly it. What do you do?”
“You want the truth?” I lowered my voice, my brain telling me to shut the fuck up. I ignored it.
“Yeah,” she lowered her voice and leaned in. “What is it?”
“I fuck.”
Chapter Thirteen
Greta
I fuck.
I gulped. His steel eyes heated over and the air shifted between us. The morning flashed back to me and my face paled. I could hear my heartbeat through my ears and I wondered…
“Greta, you okay?” His voice was low and deep. My legs clenched together. “Your eyes went all crazy on me.”
I remained silent when he pushed some of my hair behind my ear. With that gesture, I realized how long it had been for me. Two months?Shit. Way too long.His thumb snuck up and pressed against my bottom lip, and I made up my mind. “Let’s go.”
“Wait, what?” His brows scrunched together. I yanked his hand in the direction of the exit and he laughed, stopping me. “G, what are you doing?”
“I want to finish what we started this morning.” I faced him. This time, his eyes widened. His breath hitched.Score one for me.“What? You not up for the challenge?”
“Oh, Greta.” He slid his tongue over his bottom lip, drawing all my attention there. “Don’t talk the talk unless you follow through. I take your word very seriously.”
He pushed us into a nook right before the door, not quite outside but not in the main area. It was just the two of us. His stubbled jaw pressed against my neck, him playfully biting my earlobe. I groaned, fisting his shirt. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Why play games?” I pushed him off me. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
He sighed, closing his eyes with a pinched expression. My stomach sank and humiliation took over.Oh my god. Did I go too far?I backtracked. “Never mind. Listen, I’m acting crazy. Let’s just forget it, okay?”
I moved to leave the private spot we’d found but his arm stopped me. He gently grazed my side, his fingers tracing the side of my breast. I sucked in a breath, backing up so I hit his chest. “Oomph.”
“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy, Greta. This shirt… God. I want to rip it off you and explore your tits.” He traced the skin under my ribs, the sensation shaking me to my core. “Your nipples perk up when you get turned on. Did you know that?”
I moaned, and he pinched them. “Oh, my.”
“Just as I thought.” He slid his hands up my shirt and let out a long cuss word when he discovered I was braless. “Fucking hell. Greta. You’re killing me. I can’t wait to explore these with my mouth all night. I want to suck the hell out of your tits.”
He pinched and pulled the pebbled tips, each touch building me up to the point I almost forgot where we were. He didn’t stop, though, no. Not Aaron. “Are you wet for me, G?”
I whimpered, completely sucked into him. He kept one hand under my shirt, moving his other to the waistband of my shorts. My stomach tightened when he slipped one long finger into my panties. But he stilled. “Answer me. Are you wet for me?”
“Y-yes.” I closed my eyes, desperate for the release. “Yes.”
