Moaning his name, I pressed my breast against his warm, big hand, wanting more of his touch.
“I came to say my goodnight,” he murmured, softly biting my neck.
Goodnight was the last thing my body craved. In fact, I wanted him to touch me. All over. Then I remembered that he’d come home late. “What took you so long?”
“I was out with Jet and them. We ended up having a beach party around Zuma beach and it lasted late.”
Jet and them.Who was them?And why wasn’t I invited? “Are you drunk?”
He laughed. “Only a little.”
“Our parents are home,” I managed to squeak when his palm teased my aroused nipple in a circular motion while he spooned me without hiding the fact that his member was poking my butt.
He groaned, “So am I.” His other hand snaked below, squeezing my ass before grabbing it to slam against his hardness. “I want a homerun, baby.”
Grey was drunk and had no self-control. Was he always this horny? What about earlier? I bet he was worse earlier, which only made me wonder how he had taken care of that.
“I don’t trust you yet.”
He groaned, grinding me hard. “Let me taste you. I need something of you. Don’t turn me cold, Liv.”
“Not yet.” I hesitated.
“Okay,” he breathed out. He reached for my hand and guided me against his rock hard state constrained by his pants. “Squeeze it hard. Just once.”
I did. It made him rumble my name out. He was so hard, I was sure he was hurting. I did this to him? I affected him this much? “I want to help out, but I don’t want to have sex with you yet. It’s too early.” And I wasn’t so sure I was ready for that with him. Things were moving way too fast.
“Then I won’t fuck you, but help me release this tension. I’m dying,” he grunted out.
My mouth ran dry. How far did I want this to go? That was the question.
“Do you trust me enough to take everything off except your underwear?”
Did I? I guess I did because I didn’t protest when he took my shirt off. His eyes were wild as he took my aroused nipples. He didn’t initiate taking my shorts off, but my hands were possessed; they were happy to do his bidding.
It was dark, yet it was light enough for him to make out my near nakedness. “Fuuuck,” he breathed out.
He was on his knees as his eyes set my body on fire. When his eyes met mine, even in the dark, I knew a lot of things were going through his mind. One of them was hesitation. Throat bobbing up and down, he held my gaze. “I don’t trust myself. I might force you to do something you wouldn’t want to do. I don’t want to put you through that.”
He was being noble after he’d told me to strip down leaving my underwear on. I should be happy that he was hesitating, but he was right. He sure as heck didn’t look like he could control himself. He looked too wild. Too beastly. Animalistic.
Taking his shirt off, it gave me a glimpse of his hot body before he slid it over my exposed one. “At least something of mine is touching your body.” He smirked, eyeing me with affection. “I like the thought of you sleeping with my shirt on.”
If he could see me clearly, he’d know that I was blushing from head to foot. How did he manage to make me pant one second and giggle the next? He sure had a way with women.
“Sorry to wake you. I hope you’re not mad at me.” He was still kneeling, looking like he was afraid to touch me even when I was clothed with his shirt.
I shook my head, pulling my weight up so I could sit and at least meet his gaze halfway. I wanted to see him clearly. “I was worried. Thanks for waking me up.” In fact, I liked that he came here. I could get used to his physical goodnight routine.
“I should go.”
He should, but I wanted another kiss. “Not until you kiss me goodnight, Grey.”
He grinned, looking like the sex god that he was. “Yeah? I like how you’re thinking here. This is my kind of delaying tactic.”
I was a fast learner. I sighed before reaching out to the back of his nape and bringing his face to mine, kissing him as if he was the only thing that mattered. Maybe, for now, he was enough…
“Fuck,” he said in between kisses. “I have to go or else—”