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He wets his lips, and I run my nose along the side of his cheek, feeling the stubble abrade my skin.
“You’re relentless.”
“Yes, when there’s something I want, I go for it.”
I brush my lips against his, soft and eager, and Grey melts into the kiss, letting himselftakefor just a minute.
When he finally pulls away a minute later, his cheeks are flushed and my heart is racing.
I’m going to end up in the hospital the first time I’m inside of him.
“Can we do that again?” I whisper, and his eyes sparkle.
“We have places to be.”
I roll my eyes because we have all the time in the world, but he looks so damn hot right now, so I just smack another kiss to his lips, trying like hell not to tongue-fuck him.
“Fine, but when we arrive, no more excuses. You’re mine.”
He clears his throat and steps away. I follow him back to the trailer where I pull off my shirt and tug the cheesy Michigan one on. I hold out the other shirt to Grey and glare at him until he puts his on. It gives me a nice little peek at that chest again too. Maybe he should just drive us over to Tahquamenon Falls shirtless. In fact, he should just walk around nude all day long.
“You could just leave the shirt off,” I say, and Grey chuckles, starting up his truck and putting it in gear.
“I’m not doing that,” he says, and I shift in my seat.
“You could do it for me, so I can draw it. I’ve only seen it a few times and honestly, it’s more impressive the longer I look.”
“Didn’t realize you were creepin’ on me, Quinn.”
I snort a laugh and then reach over and trace my finger across his arm.
“Oh, I creep like a pervert when it comes to you.” I slink my finger up his shirt sleeve. “You have been my jack-off fodder for years.”
He runs a hand down his face and peeks over at me. “Christ.”
But I’m not deterred. “Remember that song about Stacy’s mom? Well for me, it was Josh’s dad. It’s always been you, the hot-as-fuck dad.”
My hand is fully up his sleeve now, groping his bicep. I’ve been let loose. Last night changed things for me. I feel freer about what I can do, what I can say.
I’m trying to put a leash on the horny, but I’m having a hard time.
“How much longer till we get to the campground?” I ask, my hand still up his shirt. My arm is kind of at a weird angle and it’s starting to fall asleep, but Grey’s not stopping me, so I refuse to retract it.
I’ll need a cease-and-desist letter first.
And maybe some handcuffs.
“About fifteen more minutes. Can you hold it together?” he asks, and I smirk.
“I have been holding it together for four years, Grey. I can manage fifteen minutes.”
He might not get that reference, but so fucking what? I’m all in now.
When we finally park the trailer, my hand has traveled down to his pec, my fingers playing with his nipple.
Grey hasn’t said anything, but his breathing is a little more labored. As soon as he puts the truck in park, he turns to look at me. And I’m on him.
My legs carry me over the console, and I’m in his lap, my hands in his hair, my lips on his.
