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Maybe he’d like that, public sex up here where everyone can see. I want to find out. I want to know what Grey likes and then I want to do every single thing with him.
I swallow and turn my head to look over Lake Huron. It’s really gorgeous. It’s like looking over the ocean, you can’t even see where it begins and ends.
Kind of like my obsession with Grey.
If he’d let me, I’d give him everything. He’d know how absolutely perfect he is.
“Guess that’s all there is to it,” he says, shifting against me again, and my entire body tenses in anticipation.
“Yep,” I say and then turn to look at him.
He meets my gaze and his Adam’s apple bobs. Ngh, I want to suck on it.
“We can go, if you want,” he says quietly. “There’s really not much else to do once we’ve seen it.”
Hm. Well, what I want is to lean up and taste him.
But instead, I just roll my lips between my teeth and shrug, turning my focus forward again, toward the horizon.
“Whatever you want, Grey.”
He huffs and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
I want to stick my hands in there too, want to link my fingers with his. Those big, strong, capable hands. I want them on me.
“Guess we can go and eat, if you’re hungry.”
“Yeah, sounds good,” I say as we begin our walk back down, making sure to keep my body as close to his as he’ll let me.
It’s almost like a game I’m playing right now. I have to tread carefully or else I could lose it all. But then again, careful is overrated.
Why not just barrel in and take it? Apologize later. Not sure which way to turn with this one.
I need to give it some thought.
“Figure we could just drive into town and find a place. Unless you want to look online and find something,” Grey says.
“Let’s just be spontaneous,” I say, my hand brushing against his.
He glances down at where our bodies connect and then takes a step away from me.
Fuck, just hold my hand, Grey. I’ve been waiting four years for this. For you. But he doesn’t link his fingers with mine.
It seems if I want this to move in the right direction, I need to make it happen.
I’ve always been a self-starter. I had to be with parents like mine.
We make it back to the truck, and I slide inside, buckling in as Grey pulls onto the road leading into town.
The clouds are gathering overhead, signaling that, yeah, a storm is coming. I tap my hands against my thighs, trying to distract myself. Because all I want right now is to lean over the console and press my lips to his neck, to lick my way across his jaw and straddle those thick legs.
I want to sink to my knees and swallow him down my throat.
But I can’t do that yet, so I just turn my gaze out the window and give myself a talking-to.
No sudden movements, Quinn, or you might scare him off.
Or maybe sudden is the way to go. Just scare him into acceptance.
