"Uh, I don't think that's a real grade, and I need this for my transcripts."
"Well, I'm the dean, so it is now."
I laugh, my face tipped up to the ceiling, high on the feeling.
It's then that I feel the hard length of him pressed against my thigh again. He's got to be dying, all these days of making out, his cock always hard when we do. But he hasn't asked for anything, just gives and gives and gives. I realize I'm looking down at his cock when he does.
"Grey--"
"Don't even think about it."
"But--"
"Rain check."
I frown. "That's not fair."
"Life's not fair, peaches."
He steps back, adjusts himself with a grimace. I watch his hand move over the bulge, his jaw clenching, and it fills me with a surge of pride and guilt. I did that to him. And he's just going to…what? Go to softball practice like that?"
He heads for the sink, turns on the water. Washes his hands, the same hands that were just in my shorts. The same fingers that just unraveled me and left me a pile of string on the ground. Something about it is unbearably intimate.
"Tonight was about you," he says, drying his hands on the dish towel.
"But--"
"No buts." He turns to face me, crosses his arms. Firm. Final. "This is what we agreed to. One step at a time."
My lips flatten. He's right. I know he's right. Doesn't mean I have to like it.
"Besides," he adds with something dark and promising in his eyes. "I'm gonna be thinking about this fordays."
Heat floods my face. Floods everywhere. The way he's looking at me makes me clench all over again.
I watch him watch me. "Is it always like that?"
A heavy hesitation, then, quietly, "No." Something in his tone makes my chest tight.
I have questions, but before I can ask, he strides toward me, kissing the top of my head.
"Come on. We're gonna be late to practice. Go put some pants on."
Right. Practice. Softball. The real world. Things that exist outside of this kitchen and what happened on this table.
He starts to walk away, and I'm on my feet.
"Wait."
Grey stops and turns just in time to catch me when I launch myself at him, kissing him long and hard and thoroughly. I pour everything I can't say into it, and when I finally let him go, I'm smiling.
"Okay, now you can go."
He chuckles, smacking my ass on his way out. And I watch him go on wobbly knees, only just beginning to realize what I've gotten myself into.
And even at that, I don't have a fucking clue.
CHAPTER 20
