“I wish,” Grey muttered as she let her pinky trail along the waistband of Lauren’s shorts.
“Grey…” Lauren warned, but whatever she was about to say next was interrupted by Will calling to Reid as he ambled out onto the deck.
“I know,” Grey grumbled, letting her hand drop as she discreetly moved away from Lauren. She forced herself to smile as she looked at Will. “How’re Max and Peyton doing?”
“Better,” Will said, smiling gratefully at both Lauren and Grey. “Thank you for keeping an eye on Reid for us so we could deal with them.”
“It wasn’t a problem at all,” Lauren assured him. “He was great.”
“Daddy! Watch this!” Reid yelled as he scrambled to his feet and lifted his little fishing pole above his left shoulder. He reared back and then flicked the pole forward, and whooped in excitement when his casting weight went flying out into the harbor. “Did you see that?!”
“Good job, Reid!” Will cheered. He looked over at Lauren and Grey and added, “Kim and the older boys are napping inside, so I’ll take over with this guy for a bit.”
“Sounds good.” Grey watched him head down the steps to the dive platform to stand by his son, and pushed her sunglasses up onto her head as she turned toward Lauren. “Looks like we are relieved of Reid-duty.”
“I heard. I’m just going to head into the galley—” Lauren hooked a thumb over her shoulder, “—and make something for all of us to snack on before I get working on dinner prep.”
“You want some help?”
The throaty timbre of Grey’s voice made Lauren’s mouth go dry, and she nodded jerkily as she turned on her heel to make herway inside. The salon was silent, so much so that Lauren could hear the soft pad of Grey’s shoes on the hardwood behind her. The quiet fall of each footstep, rubber landing in near silence against the polished wood floor, drove Lauren’s anticipation higher with each step she took until she was aware of nothing but Grey. She braced a hand on the edge of the counter at the feeling of Grey’s fingers sliding around her waist, and closed her eyes when Grey pressed up against her back.
“What do you want me to help with?” Grey asked in a low whisper as she brushed her lips over Lauren’s ear.
“Jesus,” Lauren breathed, her eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Grey’s hips rolling against her ass.
Grey smiled and flicked her tongue over the shell of Lauren’s ear. “You want me to talk to you about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?”
Lauren laughed and shook her head. “No.”
“Good, because I don’t really know that speech.” Grey dropped her mouth to Lauren’s pulse point and began teasing the sensitive spot with gentle licks and sucks. “I know that you like this, though.”
“I do,” Lauren admitted, leaning her head back against Grey’s shoulder as the brunette’s mouth continued to work its magic. “We should probably go downstairs.”
Grey hummed and blew softly against the slightly pinked skin she had been teasing. “I thought we were waiting until we’re alone?” she asked, even as she allowed Lauren to pull her toward the stairs.
“We are.” The hold on her waist loosened as Lauren descended the stairs, and she used the opportunity to turn and face Grey once she had reached the short hall between their cabins. “I justreallywant to kiss you,” she whispered huskily as she wrapped her arms around Grey’s neck.
“I like kissing.” Grey grabbed onto Lauren’s hips and pushed her back against the closed door to her cabin. She leaned in and let her mouth hover above Lauren’s, letting the anticipation build. The feeling of warm breath dancing across her lips made her pulse race, and she groaned as she finally surrendered to her desire to capture Lauren’s lips with her own.
The kiss was slow, deep, and hungry, a desperate combination of lips and teeth and tongue that left no question as to where things between them were headed. Lauren sank back into the door, a ragged sigh escaping her at the feeling of a toned thigh slipping purposefully between her legs. Strong hands sliding heavily up her sides sent a shiver cascading down her spine, and her eyes rolled back in her head when Grey’s fingers wrapped around her wrists and lifted her hands up over her head, pinning them to the door. Her heart jumped into her throat when Grey’s fingers threaded through her own, and she moaned when Grey’s hips began thrusting lightly against her. It would be so easy to let things go further, to reach down and open the door, spilling them into the cabin where she could lose herself in everything that was Grey Wells. The idea was tempting, impossibly so, considering the way her hips were now rolling to meet each of Grey’s thrusts, and Lauren groaned when it all suddenly disappeared. She blinked in confusion as she opened her eyes to find Grey smiling at her. “What…?”
Grey shook her head and brushed a chaste kiss over Lauren’s lips. “We should probably stop.”
Lauren knew in the back of her list-filled mind that Grey was right, but she still asked, “Why?”
“Because—” Grey slipped her hands from Lauren’s and let them drop to the redhead’s hips, “—if we don’t stop this now, I won’t want to. And,” she added, tilting her head toward the salon, “we are not alone.”
Understanding dawned on Lauren’s face, hard and more than just a little frustrated. “Fuck.”
Grey chuckled and canted her hips into Lauren one more time. “Can we make cookies?”
Lauren frowned. “I…you…what?”
“Cookies,” Grey repeated, her eyes wide and entirely too innocent for the things they had just been doing. “For snack?”
“You know what, Wells…” Lauren shook her head as her voice trailed off. “You suck.”
“I do,” Grey agreed, stroking her hands over Lauren’s hips as she leaned in to press a quick kiss across her lips. “And many other things, as well. And I can’t wait to do it all to you, but we really do not have the time right now.”
