“Turn that fucking music off.”
I fumbled with the phone, almost dropping it, then the kitchen was silent, the only noise his footfalls as he slowly approached me.
I was holding my breath.
Channel every man’s favorite redhead—Jessica Rabbit.
Be sultry, not awkward.
It might have been a little easier if I hadn’t been practically duct-taped into these clothes.
I backed against the counter as Grayson approached me.
He leaned in to me, our mouths almost touching. His hands traced up the curve of my hips, to the swell of my breasts under the corset princess top with the puffy capped sleeves.
“You’re trying to tempt me, aren’t you, trying to drive me crazy.” His deep voice echoed around the empty kitchen.
“Something like that,” I whispered back.
“You sure you want to do this? To bait me?”
The words were hot against my skin.
“Seemed like a good idea a few hours ago. Now I’m not so sure,” I said, more squeaky than sultry.
Grayson didn’t laugh at my quip. Instead he threaded his fingers through the ribbons that held the princess top on my rapidly rising and falling chest. His large hand cupped the back of my head, tangling in my hair.
He pulled my head back, then he was on me, kissing me, stealing my breath while his other hand worked under my clothes, hard fingers pressing into my skin. His tongue claimed my mouth while his other hand finished loosening the ribbons on my top and caressed my breast, pinching and teasing the nipple. I moaned loudly against his mouth, my nails grasping for purchase on his suit jacket.
When I thought I was about to pass out, Grayson moved down to my chest to take one of my breasts in his mouth.
I panted.
“Fuck,” Grayson growled, moving back up to nip my ear. “You sound like you’re about to come already.”
I did? I had never had an orgasm before. What if I sounded weird? What if he laughed at me?
I started to panic.
His mouth was back, taking mine as his hand worked under my skirt.
“So you were tempting me,” he said in that deliciously deep voice as he ran his fingers along the slip of fabric between my legs.
“You seemed to like the thong the last time,” I managed to squeak out.
Sultry, Lexi, you’re going for sultry.
But it was all I could do to stay on the roller coaster.
I let out a loud moan, my head tipping back, as Grayson trailed his fingers through the hot, wet heat between my legs. My hips bucked against his hand, inadvertently seeking the pressure of his fingers.
“I need—”
“You want me to keep doing this?” he asked roughly, “or do you want me to fuck you, hmm?” He leaned down to take one of my breasts in his mouth again.
I let out a cry when his teeth grazed a nipple.
We had gotten way further than I ever had with Chip the chipmunk at my summer Disney job. What happened next? Did I offer the array of themed condoms in my bag? Did we do it here or go to his bed? Was it awkward if I asked that? Also, I didn’t think my legs were going to hold me up if we had to do it at the kitchen counter. I had, let’s say, not been keeping up with my promise of running and exercise.
