Page 129 of Play Dirty

Something in me slipped loose at that. Not all at once — but enough that I stopped pretending this wasn’t happening.

I didn’t move when he leaned back in. Didn’t protest when his other hand found my waist.

I didn’t do anything except stand there and let it happen.

His mouth brushed mine first. Testing the distance. Measuring it.

Always in control.

Then I kissed him back. Deeply. Soulfully…

And that was it.

The last bit of distance — gone.

His hands — the ones that controlled the hockey stick with such skill and grace — moved, slower than the others had. His movements were intentional. Mapping instead of taking. Learning instead of claiming.

It should’ve been gentler.

It wasn’t.

And that’s because his restraint was edged with an intensity and desire that could no longer be contained.

“You’re not stopping me,” he murmured against my mouth.

“Should I?”

He pulled back enough to stare into my eyes.

“Do you want to?”

I didn’t answer, because my hands had already found him. Because I was already leaning into him. Because whatever lines I’d been trying to hold onto were gone.

Completely.

Grayson huffed a quiet breath — something almost like a laugh.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “That’s what I thought.”

The water kept falling, as the steam thickened around us. Time slipped. The world around us disappeared.

Grayson’s hand slid between my thighs, beyond the soap, the water, the heat. I gasped as his fingers parted my swollen, tender folds. His touch was slow. Gentle. Insistent, but also patient.

Something thick brushed my leg, and I was suddenly very aware of his own arousal. I reached down, without hesitation, and allowed my hand to close over it.

Not just big. Not just thick.

Heavy, too.

Where the hell are they growing these guys?

I wondered absently if there was something in the food, or the water, or—

Grayson pressed me gently into the shower wall, his body molding to mine. He was already rock hard, but somehow he stiffened even more against my palm. Our eyes met again, arms and wrists moving in tandem as we slowly explored each other.

There was no more animosity between us. No sarcasm. No halfhearted words of protest.

All the walls were gone.