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My hips flinched as soon as his finger moved over my slit, rubbing in slow circles.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, lifting my head up and reaching between us to undo the button and zipper.
As soon as he had more room, he slipped a finger inside me. I nearly came right on the spot.
My inner muscles convulsed around him while he pumped faster and faster between my legs.
I wanted to postpone the inevitable, but that wasn’t going to happen.
Spots appeared in my vision, and the warmth that had been growing at my core exploded through my insides. I screamed without giving a flying fuck who might have heard me.
His mouth landed on mine, capturing the noises I’d been making, and his tongue became well-acquainted with mine while I battled through the tremors storming inside my body.
Grayson removed his hand from my pants and tried to roll away, but I wasn’t done with him. Not when he had finally stopped being a grumpy mother fucker.
He pushed me farther away and got to his feet. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
Or maybe I was wrong.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.” I scowled. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
He went back to standing in front of the window with his back to me. “It means that just because we’re mates doesn’t mean we’re going to be together.”
I was already off the bed and fixing my pants when he’d finished speaking. I stomped forward and punched him in the kidney, making him grunt from the impact. “You’re a fucking asshole, and I’m pretty sure I hate you right now.”
The only reason I didn’t reject him right then and there was because I knew he was being a chicken shit. Moods didn’t just flip that quickly.
That bastard felt something, and it scared him, which was also why he refused to turn around, even when I’d hit him.
I threw my hands in the air and stormed out of the room.
Fuck this guy.
Unfortunately, not literally, though.
Chapter11
GRAYSON
Mother fucking hell. What had I done? There’d been a reason I’d gone into the bedroom. I’d known I needed to stay away from Kinsley or I was going to do something that one of us—likely her—would later regret.
Yet I was a selfish bastard, and I hadn’t sent her away when she’d come looking for me. Instead, I’d done what I knew I didn’t have the right to, given how I’d treated her so far.
I’d touched her where nobody else ever had, because I had to be the fucking first and, possibly worse, I wanted to be the only.
Fuck.The bond had warped my ability to think rationally, something I’d hardly been able to do since finding Kinsley.
Sure, she was my mate. I believed that now. But that didn’t mean I could just take what I wanted from her.
I was an asshole on my best day, but that didn’t make me a monster on my worst. At least, I didn’t want to be.
When she’d left the room, completely fed up with me, I didn’t blame her. I felt the same way.
For now, it was best if she didn’t want me. There were too many questions we didn’t have answers to. The more time that passed, the more questions I seemed to have.
The most important one at the moment: Had it just been a coincidence that I’d been hired to track Kinsley down, or had that been intentional?
If someone else knew she was my mate, that made her a weakness to me and, likely, me to her. I didn’t do weaknesses.
