He sits up on his knees and pulls me up so I'm balanced over him, almost like I'm sitting in his lap. His hands slide under my bottom as he braces and balances me, but it's also his leverage as he slams up into me. I look down between us, and his cock looks incredible sliding in and out of me. I have to look up, or I'm going to come again right this second, and I don't want this to end.
"Look at me, Sophia."
I look at Grant, and his lips crash against mine as one of his hands moves to hold and guide my head so he can kiss me within an inch of my life while the other holds on to my hip so he can fuck me within an inch of my life.
I've never had lips that were so talented pressed against mine. His tongue licks inside my mouth like he's painting amasterpiece. I smile against his lips, and he pulls back for the briefest moment and gives me a smile I've never seen from him—his real smile. He's happy in this moment. Really happy.
He lays me back down on the bed and lifts my knee so it's resting on his hip, giving him a better angle, and he uses his other hand to play with my clit. I bat it away because I'm already close and it will be too intense with the extra help.
"Come for me, Sophia. I want to feel you come all over my cock."
And that's all it takes.
I'm releasing sounds I've never heard come from my mouth, and he's grunting profanities, and it's pure bliss. He stills after we've both finished and looks down at me as I catch my breath and stare back at him. It's just for a moment, but it's full of meaning and understanding. It's not like this with other people. He knows it, and I know it.
Now I just have no idea what we're going to do about it.
He pulls out of me and heads to the bathroom—I assume to take care of the condom and get sorted—and I sit up in bed, looking around in shock but unable to get this goofy grin off my face.
"Holy shit," I whisper to myself.
Grant walks back out with a washcloth in his hand and offers it to me. I grab it but run into the bathroom to clean up in a less-public space. Besides, I need to pee.
I splash cool water on my face and can't help but grin at my reflection. My hair is a disaster, my lips are swollen, and marks are blooming along my collarbone that will require strategic wardrobe choices tomorrow. But my eyes are brightand alive with satisfaction and lingering pleasure. My muscles have that delicious ache that only comes from really good sex.
Grant in bed is exactly what I'd imagined—commanding, intense, thorough. And while part of me wants to bask in the afterglow and imagine what this could mean, I know better. It's fine. I won't mistake great sex for something more, no matter how electric it felt when he touched me and no matter how my body lit up every time he growled my name. Grant's made it crystal clear he doesn't do relationships. He's all about his daughter and work. I respect that kind of honesty.
I run my fingers through my tangled hair, making it somewhat presentable, and reach for my robe. When I open the bathroom door, I'm already rehearsing casual ways to say goodnight, assuming he's dressed and halfway out the door.
But he's still here, sprawled across my bed like he owns it, with the sheet draped low across his hips, scrolling through his phone. The sight stops me in my tracks. Now this…this, I wasn't expecting.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I know you have to get back to Hazel."
"I do. She's a heavy sleeper, but I don't like to leave her alone." He pats the bed beside him. "Come here."
I crawl onto the bed, and he groans and leans his head back against the headboard.
"Jesus, Sophia, you're killing me."
I look down at his lap and see what he's talking about. He's already growing again. I'm stunned and thrilled when he turns to kiss me. This is way more than I bargained for. He'sbeing sweet and attentive after all that action. I know I shouldn't be surprised, but I admit that it's more than I expected.
"I didn't plan to come over here tonight and fuck your brains out, but here we are."
"Here we are." I nod and smile back at him.
"We should talk."
His smile drops, and his expression becomes serious. He brushes my hair back from my forehead, and he places a gentle kiss on my forehead. It's sweet. I think that's what drives me to say what I say next. Nothing to lose.
"I like what we just did, Grant, and I know you don't do relationships. I'm not ready for one right now, either, but I think it's obvious there's an attraction here."
He's quiet. His eyes are shifting back and forth between mine, waiting for me to continue.
"My house should be ready in a few more weeks. About the same amount of time we have left to shootSurvivor. While I'm here, we do whatever this was. No expectations."
