“I shouldn’t have said that,” he states.
Shaking my head, I shift slightly, which was a huge mistake because it only causes my body to move closer to his, and we both suck in a sharp breath.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” I breathe.
He looks at my lips and back up at my eyes. “It was rude.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“And you were right.”
“I know.”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “So stubborn.”
Before I make the mistake of losing myself in him, I ask, “What do you want from me, Grayson?” His eyebrows knit together, and his mouth opens and closes three times before my breathing shifts from one of arousal to anger. “You do not get to bring me here, be rude, and then chase me and try to apologize while also putting me in a compromising position. This is too much, Grayson. You can’t keep doing this.” I bite my lip and let out a harsh breath. “Ican’t keep doing this, and we haven’t even kissed?—”
His lips crash onto mine and latch on hungrily as I squeal, my eyes remaining wide open, but then it’s as if what happened in London was yesterday, and our lips move in rhythm with each other. It starts off rough and closed, moving into a slower, more passionate embrace, until I lick his bottom lip, and whatever control he was holding on to snaps.
“Fuck,” Grayson growls like a feral animal and picks me up by the waist, causing me to wrap my legs around him. I run my hands through his thick hair and tug it slightly, as he squeezes my ass. Our kiss never ceases. Instead, our mouths open, and our tongues battle for control. My moan makes him grunt in approval, and he presses himself against me as I get wetter, feeling how hard he is.
I try to drown out the voices of reason in the back of my mind as I press him closer and moan.
This is Grayson, the professor you’re working with. The one who keeps leading you on, all hot for you one second and apologizing the next.
But he’s also Ace, the man who made my summer. Now his mouth is on mine again, and all I want to do is throw caution to the wind, take him to bed, and let him use me.
His hand tangles in my hair, not coming up for breath once, and it’s been so long since we’ve touched and even longer since I last had sex. I can’t help but move my hand to cup him throughhis pants. He twitches beneath my palm, which makes me whimper against his mouth.
Grayson pulls away from my lips, gazing at me with raw desire. “Emma.” He says my name as a warning, but also as a plea.
“Don’t think,” I tell him, and I rub my hand up and down his cock until he closes his eyes and his mouth moves to my neck. My back arches, and a moan slips out as I cup him harder.
“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.”
A small laugh escapes me, and I pull my hand away, but he quickly puts it back as he plants my feet down on the floor again.
Our eyes stay fixed on each other as I wait to see what his plan is.
He moves his hand from my back up to my neck, making me shudder, then he cups the back of my head and pulls my hair so hard it causes me to wince.
Grayson smiles and twitches beneath my palm again. He enjoys the small pain he caused, and I did too. He must notice because he pulls a little more, and a whimper escapes me as my eyes droop with lust.
“You like that?” He leans down to kiss the spot behind my ear, and I nod. “How wet are you right now, Emma?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
He hisses as his free hand squeezes my waist. I rub him again, and he quickly swats my palm before taking a couple of steps back, leaving about three feet between us. His hair is an utter mess, his shirt is now wrinkled and half untucked, and his boner is obvious, giving me a peek at how big he is…which isverybig.
After checking him out, I look up and tilt my head in confusion and fear when he remains quiet. I go to speak when he places a finger over his lips that signals me to hush.
Grayson does a full-body sweep of me and surveys oursurroundings. It’s past ten p.m. now, and although this street isn’t near any houses, it’s wide open. Anyone could walk by and see us, but it’s eerily quiet in this part of Kingston on a Wednesday night.
He must notice that when he meets my eyes again, and says, “Lift your skirt.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“If I touch you any more, I’m going to end up fucking you against this wall.” My knees weaken at that, and his lips twitch at my reaction.