Mother fucker, his illicit thoughts sent my body into a crazy haze. I wanted it and I didn’t. The fight to push further and explore what Grey could give me—show me—was too much for my brain and body to comprehend. Images of what he probably pictured in his own head made me clench my thighs together.
“I love tasting you, but I have to stop. Dad just texted me that they’ll be back around lunchtime.”
That was in a couple of hours. Or less.
“How do we do this?” Could we keep this between the two of us? What if we got caught? Will Brett and Mom be furious? It wouldn’t look good if others knew…
“Don’t worry; it’ll be okay.” He caressed my cheek before planting kisses on my furrowed brows. “This will be our secret, for as long as you want it to be.”
Why wasn’t he freaking out? Men and their laid back approach in life were admirable and infuriating at the same time.
“Our secret.” I kissed him for the last time. “Now off you go back to your place because I have homework to do. Besides, I need space to think of other things.”
He nipped my lips, smiling. “But I like looking at you like this, as if I had done all the bad things I had in my mind with you all night long.” His arms held me around the hips, tightening his hold.
If they came home early, would he be around? “Are you going somewhere later?” He usually was never home during weekends. Except when he threw parties.
“I’m heading over to Jet’s pad,” he said, looking at me. “Is that okay with you?” He studied me closely.
Will he have girls over?The thought popped out of nowhere. “You don’t have to ask. It’s not like you’re my boyfriend or anything.”
He stayed silent, tiger eyes turning into molten lava in a heartbeat. It was magnificent to look at. It was as hypnotizing as the very man himself.
“Are you looking for one?” he managed to ask, breaking my hypnosis.
Confused, I frowned. “Looking for what?”
“A boyfriend.”
Why was he asking me that? Did he think that I was? Was he going to set boundaries about women being too clingy? I wasn’t the clingy type. Besides, this was physical. “I’m not. Don’t worry. You can still live your life. I won’t bother you much.”
He looked serious. “I don’t have any restrictions?” he asked in a whisper, but it was with a tone that held something I couldn’t pinpoint.
We were makeout buddies. What was there to restrict? What did he want me to say anyway? That he could still screw around? Right now, he didn’t look too friendly and I hated that. “You can do whatever you like, Greyson. I’m not stopping you from anything.”
“That’s nice to know.” He sounded anything other than nice.
I licked my lips. “Yeah.” He was too intense and I felt too much.
Closing my eyes, I dropped my head to the side, angling for his lips, initiating a kiss. My kiss was gentle, and for a second there, I thought that he wouldn’t accept it. It took him a good minute to respond, but when he did, his kiss lacked the fire it usually held.
Was something the matter? “Did I say something to make you angry?” I voiced, hating that our kiss had missed something.
He shook his head, kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“After you get back from Jet’s?”
He nodded.
“What time will that be?” I wanted to sleep early since tomorrow was a school day.
“I can’t say, but I’ll say goodnight now, too.” He sounded detached, like that impassioned man from last night was only a figment of my imagination.
Nodding, I moved off his lap, feeling confused that his attitude had changed so abruptly. “Okay. Be safe,” I said, not looking at him as I gathered the cereal bowl. A moan escaped me when I felt him wrap his arms around me from behind.
He kissed the soft spot below my neck. “There won’t be a second today that I won’t be thinking of you.”
His words comforted me.