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God, who am I kidding? I'm not kissing Grayson because someone might upload a picture to some blog or send it to a paparazzi to publish.
I want him; I want him so badly it hurts. Can this not lead to something real if I give him a chance? Maybe it can, but then again, perhaps I’m just deluding myself.
Without thinking, I fumble with my keys and open the door before grabbing him by the collar and pushing him inside with me, kissing him all over again. The urgency inside me grows higher and higher, impossible to resist, as we stumble into my apartment and close the door behind us, blind to anything around us.
My back bumps against the counter, and moments later, his leg shoves my chair aside, knocking it to the ground with a loud thud. None of this interrupts our passionate kiss or the frantic hands that begin exploring each other's bodies.
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My hands travel over Tyley's body, feeling the heat emanating from her. It’s welcoming, like coming home. She tastes of strawberries and honey, and her scent floods my senses as I pull her jacket off, rolling my fingers over the shape of her bare shoulders.
I’m losing control, but who gives a damn? This wasn’t part of the plan when this whole thing started, but I always knew I wanted her. So why not indulge in our mutual desire further? Why resist the temptation any longer?
My lips leave hers and begin trailing down her neck. Her skin is silky and smooth as I pepper it with kisses, feeling her shivering with desire underneath my touch. She gasps as I reach the roundness of her breasts, and without giving it a second thought, I give them a soft squeeze over the fabric of her dress. I adore the way she moans at my touch, the way she arches her back to give me better access. This is happening. I’m going to make her mine, and to hell with the so-called fakeness of this relationship.
I groan, my arousal growing with every passing second. I lift her onto the counter, the dishes clattering beneath her, forgotten in this moment of passion. She’s a goddess, and I give into the urge to pull her dress down, revealing a glimpse of lacy black lingerie, my arousal throbbing in my pants.
But before I can go any further, her hands come to rest on mine, and I look up into her eyes, puzzled.
"Grayson," she breathes, her voice filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "We need to slow down."
I freeze, my hands still on her dress, and my desire slowly starts to ebb away, replaced by confusion. "What's wrong?"
She gives me a soft push, and I take a step back, feeling every bit like a wounded animal. Everything was going so well, and I’m not used to being rejected. It makes my ego ache, that’s true, but there’s more to it than that.
"I don't know if I can do this. You're hot as hell, and you know that already, but I'm not the kind to just sleep around. I've always been in relationships, you know?"
"We're in a relationship," I protest, and she shoots me a bemused look.
"Oh, come on. It's fake, and we both know it."
"It could be real."
"It could," she nods, and there's a hint of vulnerability in those blue diamonds that make me want to protect her against everything and anyone. "But I want to make sure it is before taking this step."
I run a hand through my hair, feeling the frustration bubble inside me. I want her, and the arousal filling me to the brink hasn't gone anywhere, but I also don't want to push her into something she's not ready for. So somehow, I manage to gather every ounce of willpower inside me and take another step back, feeling I need to put some distance between me and those gorgeous curves if I want to keep my wits upon me.
"Alright. Alright, yes, I can wait. I mean, I've never been asked to before, but what the hell? I'm up to new experiences," I grin, trying to be casual about it, trying to make her laugh, but she just shoots me a look that's somewhere between weary and hopeful. "I'm serious, Ty; if you want to wait, let's wait. There's something here, and I want to see where it leads us."
Tyley's eyes soften, and she smiles, sliding off the counter. "What do you say I make us some dessert, and we can watch a movie on the sofa?"
Cuddling up on the sofa watching a movie? Now that's a new one for me. There's an entitled voice inside that tells me to hell with this gal. I can go out to any nightclub in the city and find a woman willing to jump into bed with me just by walking in. Several if I open my mouth and show them my charm.
But I push that voice away, and instead, I nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
"That sounds like fun."
“What would you like to watch? Any preferences?”
“Anything that doesn’t include fake-ass army guys.”
She quirks up her brow, giving me a curiosity-ridden look. “That’s oddly specific.”
“Well, I once dated a gal who loved watching those flicks, you know the ones. Navy guys flexing their pecs and making a fool out of themselves. It drove me crazy. Not an ounce of respect for the uniform. The least they could do is hire someone who was actually in the Navy to get it right, you know?”
“So, who was in the Navy, huh? Your dad, your brother?”
