I’m close enough that I can smell her perfume—something delicately sweet and warm that makes my head spin. “That's all you've done since I met you, Mia. Why is that?”
I can feel her heart hammering against her ribs. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
“At the store. At the yoga class” I lean in closer and drag my lips up her neck. “You run the moment things get intense and real between us.”
“There is no 'us'.” she says, but her voice betrays her, coming out breathy and uncertain.
I drag my eyes down her body, letting them linger. With a smirk, I turn and walk to the bathroom door, flipping the lock with an audible ‘click’.
She doesn’t move or protest when I turn back and step towards her, closing the distance between us, pressing her back against the counter. My hands bracket her hips, not quite touching.
“Could’ve fooled me.” I lift my hand, hesitate for only a fraction of a second, then brush my thumb across her bottom lip.
Then I lower my voice, rough and loaded. “Tell me, Mia. How many times did you imagine me kissing you tonight?” I dip my head until my lips barely graze hers. “Or were you too busy fantasizing about what else I could do to that mouth?”
Her breath catches.
“You’re filthy,” she says, voice trembling. Not angry. Just wrecked.
I grin, slow and dangerous. “Good thing you chose the talker.”
Her brows knit. “What?” sounding out of breath.
“That little game back at the bar?” I lean closer. “You said, you’d rather have sex with a talker than a crier. Lucky for you, sweetheart—because I’m about to tell you every dirty fucking thing I want to do to you. And you’re welcome to shut me up with that pretty little mouth of yours, anytime you like.”
“Grant” she breathes, soft and uncertain. But that voice—it’s laced with heat. A challenge. A plea.
For the briefest moment she looks like she’s about to bolt.
“I tried to stay away,” I rasp. “Tried to let you walk out of that store and that studio. But you keep showin’ up in front of me, darlin’. And I’m tellin’ you right now—I’m done pretending I don’t want you and I knew what would happen if I ever got you alone.”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, her eyes locked with mine. “What would happen?”
The raspiness of her voice, snaps my control like a dry twig.
“This.”
My mouth crashes into hers, swallowing her gasp. Her lips part instantly, hungry, her hands flying to my shoulders. A taste of whiskey and want on her tongue. I groan into her mouth, pulling her closer, closer—like if I don’t anchor myself to her, I’ll come undone.
The kiss is wild, all tongue and desperation. My fingers fist into her long dark hair, tilting her head just so, deepening the kiss, until her knees threaten to give out. She pulls at my shirt like she wants it off—like she wantsmeoff, and inside, and everywhere.
I draw a breath. “Bet I could get you off with just my mouth, right here. Right now.” I rasp against her ear.
She pants as I lift her up and onto the counter, adjusting her so I can wedge myself tighter between her legs. She gasps when my body presses flush against hers.
Trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone. “Been thinking about this all night,” I growl against the spot just below her ear. “Watching you in that dress, pretending you don't feel it too.”
Her head falls back as I drag my lips down her throat. “I don't—”
“Liar.” I nip at her collarbone, loving how she jerks against me. “Your body's more honest than your mouth, Mia.”
I slide one hand up her side, thumb brushing the underswell of her breast. “These tits in this dress? Fucking criminal.” Pushing the cups of her bra down, revealing the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever laid eyes on. Trailing my thumb across one nipple, I take her other nipple into my warm mouth. The sound of her breathy moan has my dick twitching in my jeans and I suck and lick like I can’t get enough of her. I lower my hand and find the hem of her dress, pushing it higher. “Been dreaming about getting my mouth on you ever since I saw you in that store, holding your red panties in my hands”
Her breathing turns ragged. “Grant—”
“Know what else I've been dreaming about?” I drag her nipple through my lips one last time, before I drop to my knees in front of her, looking up the length of her body. All perfect curves, looking gloriously disheveled and stunning, her ocean blue eyes burning into mine. “Tasting you. Finding out if you're as wet for me as I think you are.”
Her eyes go wide, darting to the door. “But…”
