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His eyes flickered to the bottle I had my fingers wrapped around. “Grey?” he snickered, finding it amusing. Of course he found it funny. “I knew you’d like some Grey in you.”
Damn him, but boy was he right on that score.
I was about to make some remark about his inane assumptions when he leaned over and reached out for a shot glass in one of the cabinets and told me to scoot over. Never mind the Grey. “I want tequila.”
“Fickle, but okay. I won’t begrudge you from having your drink.” He hid a smile.
He looked too cute and sexy at the same time. The urge to lean against him and smell his skin was taking over me, so instead, I picked on my nails, needing something to do.
“What are you doing?” I knew what he was getting to, but I said it anyway.
He didn’t glance at me as he took the bottle away from my hand and twisted it open. “Preparing your shots, what else.”
“I can do it.”
He shook his head before he opened the cabinet and took the salt bottle. Each move that he made was taken in by me like I was studying a specimen. He was graceful in a manly kind of way. A big part of me wanted to talk about what had happened earlier in the mountain top incident, but I was afraid if I started it, I might not like how it would end.
I found it bizarre, this situation we were in, that we seemed to be reveling in each other, and yet…
“Ready?” he interrupted my thoughts.
“Uhmm.” I licked my lips when I saw him suck his thumb that had a drop of alcohol on it. A gasp of shock immediately escaped from me when I saw him dip his middle finger inside the tequila-filled shot glass and then glide that finger from his chest all the way down until it reached the end of his shorts, past his ridged six-pack. If that wasn’t shocking enough, he then brazenly took the saltshaker and sprinkled the liquid line straight to sacred hell with it.
Fuck.
Me.
Good?
Shit. I had no comeback for this; I just couldn’t form a word. Not a fucking one!
Still frozen in shock and tingling all over from his display of alcohol-porn, I groaned when he pulled a bit of his shorts and placed the shot glass there before he magically produced a slice of lime out of nowhere, holding it as he waited for me to say something—complain, or maybe to tell him to fuck off—but I was stuck in a place where I felt like I was being challenged, and at the same time, thrilled at doing something out of the ordinary; well, for me anyway. I was sure this fucker did it all the damn time.
“Ready to be on fire, Olivia?” he taunted with a serious tone.
Fire… that was it.Hewas fire. I was contemplating if I should get burnt or char-roasted. Either way, I was going to feel the burn. I just hoped that, if I went through with this little foreplay, I wouldn’t go up in smoke and get swallowed up with flames.
“You didn’t have to go through being salted up for my benefit. I like simplicity.” Meaning I didn’t have to lick you, dammit. What the shit?
He snickered. “Where’s the fun in that? Try to live a little; you might like it.”
Live a little… I was fucking living. “What are you implying?That I’m boring?” I fumed, wanting to stomp the cocky smirk off his face.
“Everyone knows your beautiful, but let’s face it, you’re kind of vanilla when it comes to excitement,” he stated in a matter of fact tone. “You don’t want to be that forty-year-old mother that parties at clubs because you didn’t go through the real process of fun when you were younger, do you?”
I had dated before I met Liam. A lot. Even the men I didn’t do anything with spread rumors about how easy I was, but in fact, they barely got a kiss from me, if at all. Apart from that, Greyson had a point. I needed to live a little. Just a tad.
With my nostrils flaring, I took the bait. “Bring it on, fucker!”
“That’s the spirit.” He gave me a boyish grin. “First, you lick me off.Then,milk me good before you suck me dry.”
Perverted idiot! Did everything have to deal with sex with him? “I don’t need instructions. I know my way around,” I snapped at him. This challenge was going to cost me, though damned if I would back out of it; even if it killed me. “Just shut your mouth.”
Damn, I thought as I studied his torso with alarm. The salted route was too long, but I was going to get this over with and sleep like a damn baby.
Fuck it, were the last words I thought as I closed the gap between us. I didn’t dare look at him, so I concentrated on the task first; his torso. All the while I knew that he was watching me.
Since he was taller than I was, I had to grip the bar end before I tiptoed to reach his chest. I didn’t even wait a beat before I stuck my tongue out and slowly trailed lower. When I went past his chest, I heard him moan which in turn made me pause before continuing again. The tip of my tongue licked that middle line in between his hard-lined ridges and stopped when I reached the end of the band of his shorts where my shot was strategically placed.
