I try to laugh, but it comes out shaky and thin—because I feel the exact same way. I push against his chest, barely resisting, just grounding myself.
“If I get arrested for indecent exposure in Charleston, I’m blaming you.”
“I’m already writing a song about it, baby.”
I lean in close and whisper, “Later. Tour bus, with a locked door. Before the others get back. I want your moutheverywhere.”
His jaw clenches hard, like he’s physically having to hold himself back.
“You’re killing me, Mia Michele,” he breathes.
I pull my skirt back down to its intended place and kiss his cheek, fully aware that my legs are definitely still trembling.
“I’m just giving you something to look forward to.”
Grayson steps back slowly, never taking his eyes off me.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he warns, his voice thick with promise. “You keep making promises like that, and I’m gonna make you keep every single one.”
As we walk back towards the Jeep to prepare for whatever awaits us tonight, his hand slips into mine once again. Even with the sun blazing, the buzz of the city around us, and the saltwater wavering in the air, all I can feel is him.
Chapter thirty
"Bad Habits" - Nerv
Grayson
By the time we get back on the bus, I’m barely holding it together by the thinnest goddamn thread and praising God that the rest of our group hasn’t returned from their day-off outings yet.
Mia has been torturing me all damn day with those long legs wrapped in her denim skirt that barely qualifies as legal, her breathy little laugh when she leans in close, the whisperedpromise oflater. When I found out she didn’t put on panties again, I almost lost my goddamn mind.
I have no idea how the hell I made it through the brunch, the beach, or the fan encounter without dragging her off to the nearest semi-private space and making good on all the delicious tension that’s been brewing beneath the surface all day sooner. Every second until now has been a countdown to this—us, alone, with no one around to stop me from taking what’s mine.
As soon as the door to the bus clicks shut behind us and I engage the lock, it’s game over. I don’t give her time to say a word. I grab her by the waist and turn her around, pinning her to the nearest flat surface with just enough force to make her gasp. I love that sound so much, it nearly shatters me every time.
“You’ve been testing my fucking limits all day,” I growl against her neck as I grind my hips against her ass, already tugging against her damn skirt that I needed gone hours ago. “This skirt’s a damn crime.”
“Good,” she hums, her hands pressed against the wall for stability as she moves her hips in rhythm with mine. “I wanted to.”
Then she twists around in my grip and brushes her mouth against mine, her hands wandering up my thin black t-shirt as she drags it up my chest. She tosses it to the side before reclaiming my mouth, taking my bottom lip between her teeth like she wants to taste my patience before she breaks it.
I’m unhinged now, and completely hers.
I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around me like it’s second nature as I stumble my way onto our bunk. The curtain hasn’t even slid shut before I have her on her back with her legs spread open like an invitation, most of the rest of our clothes discarded messily beside the bed.
I don’t hesitate. Ineedher.
Right. Fucking. Now.
I drop to my knees on the edge of the mattress while finally yanking off that damn skirt, dragging her hips to the edge of the bed. Running my fingers along the ache between her thighs, I curse as I feel how undone, how ready for me she is.
“I’ve only ever gotten to taste you off my fingers,” I murmur against the inside of her upper thigh, my voice hoarse and uneven. “I can’t wait to taste you for real.”
She whimpers as I hover my mouth at her center, hips twitching, already aching for me as she feels the warmth of my breath against her.
When I finally bury my face in the sweet heat between her thighs, she releases a beautiful moan—raw and unfiltered—that nearly pushes me over the edge. I let my tongue explore her as I use my thumb to rub slow circles over her clit.
She tastes like salted honey and sunshine and every fucking thing I never knew I needed. I devour her with long, devastating licks that leave her begging for more, like I’ve been dying of thirst and she’s the only thing that will quench it.
