Grayden pressed his lips to mine briefly. Then came in for another soft kiss. And another. Giving me the chance to breathe in between.
I felt my shoulders dropping. My defenses lowering. Exactly what always happened when I was around him.
“Do you want some lunch?” he asked. “I can whip up a couple of my world-famous hot dogs. Got the ingredients in the fridge.”
“World famous, huh? Word got around that fast?”
“Hey, this is Silver Ridge. People talk. Or I could take you out to Hearthstone. Doesn’t matter to me. Just as long as I get to be with you. We’re still on our date.”
“Is it still our first official date? Or did we move on to the second?”
“You’re up for a second date?”
My heart kicked in my chest. “I could be persuaded.”
We had the rest of the afternoon and early evening to be together before Ollie returned home. After Ollie was back, I’d have more time to think and figure out what to do about the future.
The big, scary, unknown future. That might just include Grayden as my boyfriend.
Grayden smiled and kissed me again, more thoroughly this time. Overwhelming me and leaving me breathless.
“My place,” I said. “I don’t want lunch. I’d muchrather have you.”
When we reached my house, I shut and locked the door. Grayden was giving me anotherlook. Searing me with that intense gaze of his. Like he was trying to see into me.
I wanted him inside me, but there was only one way I could handle right now.
“Kiss me?”
“Coming right up.”
Grayden took my mouth in a blistering kiss. We were alone again, behind closed doors. Just us. Everything felt easier when we were like this.
“Tell me what you need, Piper,” he said between kisses.
His question was bigger than this moment. I knew that. I hadn’t missed the deeper meanings of the things he’d been saying since yesterday.
“Need you to fuck me. Show me how it would feel…”
“Hmm?” he prompted, kissing my neck as his hands traveled the length of my body. “Tell me.”
“Show me how it would feel if I were really yours, and you were mine.”
Grayden picked me up. I wrapped myself around him. He carried me to my bedroom, kicking the door shut. Set me gently on the mattress and lowered himself on top of me, still showering me with kisses.
His fingers popped the button on my pants. I helped, lifting my hips for him to pull them off. Then he pressed himself onto me again, the thick bulge in his jeans rutting against the crotch of my panties. The way he rocked his hips was dirty and a little rough. Exactly what I needed to get out of my head and focus on this moment.
“You want my cock thrusting inside you, wild girl? You want to feel me?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “I need it. Give it to me.”
Grayden sat back to yank his shirt over his head. I wiggled my sweater up and off while still lying flat on the bed.
I loved every detail of Grayden’s body. The tattoos, thedusting of dark hair on his chest and along his stomach. All the hair on his legs and forearms and his beard. So blatantly masculine.
He opened the fly of his jeans and pulled his cock out, stroking. His tip was deep purple, and his piercing glistened in the low, warm light of my bedroom. We’d left the lights off, and afternoon sunlight bled around the edges of my curtains.
“So hot,” I breathed.
