We heard the sound of footsteps coming in the direction of the kitchen just as he tugged me through the doorway into the back hallway. He closed the door quickly, catching it at the last second before it slammed. I stopped, needing to catch my breath. I rested against the wall, my shoulder blades pressed into it as I stood there for a moment.
Grant turned to face me, one palm resting against the wall and the other palming my cheek as he took my mouth in another breath-stealing kiss. I was tingling all over, my breath ragged and my heart pounding wildly.
When he lifted his head, I whispered, “No fair. I was trying to catch my breath. That made it worse.”
His eyes were dark with a sly gleam. After a moment, he replied, “This isn't fair.”
He reached for one of my hands, placing it over the hard ridge of his arousal. His cock was swollen and hot under my touch. Heat and electricity shot through me as we stared at each other.
He dropped my hand, curling his around mine and leading me outside. We stumbled through the trees, bursting through the door to the staff house moments later.
Grant’s mouth and hands were on me the second he kicked the door shut.
ChapterThirteen
GRANT
My hands were pressed against the door as I kissed Harley. She gasped into my mouth. Her tongue twined with mine. I breathed her in, finally breaking free to gulp in desperately needed air.
We stared at each other. I knew this was stupid. It was reckless, and I would regret it. But my need for her was so fierce it trampled over everything else. The only sensible thing to do was to kiss her again. Or that was what my body thought. So I did.
I pulled her away from the door, our lips and teeth clashing. I didn't even think I could manage to get upstairs. We yanked on each other’s clothes. When her hand slipped into my boxers, her palm curling around my cock, it pulsed under her touch.
I let out a ragged growl into her mouth, lifting my head and sucking in air. Somewhere along the way, I’d unbuttoned her shirt. Her bra was hanging open with her breasts free. I dipped my head, needing to taste her. I closed my mouth over a nipple and savored her sharp cry.
I spun her around, saying, “Come here.”
I shoved her jeans down around her hips. She kicked her shoes off and shimmied out of her jeans.
“Right here,” I demanded.
My own jeans were around my ankles with my cock jutting out. She straddled me on the stairs, her eyes meeting mine.
“Fuck, I need a condom,” I bit out.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered.
We stared at each other quietly. “Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“I haven’t been with anyone for months. And I always use condoms. I can’t fucking get you out of my mind,” I explained.
“Please,” she said.
“Are you sure?” I repeated
In answer, she shimmied closer and slid over the back of my cock. The slide of her slippery folds elicited a groan.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I murmured, so out of it I didn’t even give myself a mental side-eye for that endearment.
She rose, her eyes on mine. Her lashes started to close before I whispered, “Look at me.”
I didn't know why I needed to see her, but I did. I notched myself at her entrance. She rose, the tight peaks of her nipples brushing against my chest. She slid down slowly, bringing me into the slick clench of her core. She bit her lip, her eyes darkening and her mouth opening slightly when she finally seated herself.
It took every ounce of my restraint to keep from coming instantly. We stared at each other, and I hoped the stunned look in her eyes was as intense as I felt. This feeling of being buried deep inside her as she rippled around me felt exactly right. I was precisely where I was supposed to be.
She held still before rocking her hips restlessly. My restraint snapped. My palm slid up her spine as I brought her mouth to mine and began rocking into her. She rose up and sank down, and I thrust to meet every motion. My fingertips pressed into the soft give of her skin as I held her tight to me.