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“Never thought I’d hear you admit that.” I wink, before I look down at the dishevelled state of us. “Shower with me?”
Her smile falters as she looks away, awkwardness blanketing her. “Oh, I’m going to be late for work. I have to get going. I’ll wash up in the other bathroom down here and leave the key for you to lock up. Just put it in the lock box outside when you leave.”
I shift, suddenly feeling a jolt of cool air. “Right. Yeah. Okay. I’ll head up.” I pad up the stairs and turn to watch her from a distance.
Unaware I’m watching, she twists her hair in her fingers, hesitating, unsure of what to do next, the total opposite of how she was only minutes ago with me.
I have no idea what’s next; I hadn’t expected any of this to happen between us, but I know that Nora is not going to get away from me after that. Nothing is going to stop me going after Nora Scott now.
Chapter 16
Nora
Rightfoot,leftfoot,right foot, left foot, right foot… I pace around the kitchen, checking I’ve not forgotten how to walk because Grayson King just straight up made me weak in the knees.
It all happened so fast. One minute my shoe was on my foot, and the next, I was daring him to touch me, and he was buried between my legs using his, oh God, his tongue. Yep, I definitely have goosebumps right now. In fact, I have goo-Grayson-umps because he owns every single shiver that exploded on my skin. The fact that I’m making up words tells me I’ve lost my mind. I must have. I mean, why else would I play with Grayson King?
I don’t know what came over me. This has happened twice now and now I need to have the awkward talk where he tells me that he doesn’t want to date, but I do and so this’ll never work… blah blah blah.
Whenever I’m with him, I feel this sense of bravado, or maybe it’s just me not wanting to back down to his banter. But when he looked at me, on his knees, silently questioning if he should move his hand higher, my body craved him. I dared him because I needed it. Ineededto be touched. By him. God, it was so much easier when we were staying out of each other’s way. No list, no sex, no sexy hallway encounters. I don’t know what’s going on or if I should feel this giddy about it. I’ve lost all that confidence I had in the hall and I’m pacing, flapping around like a headless chicken. No post high haze over here, just panic and confusion.
“I thought you’d be gone already; you left the key, so I assumed.” I startle at his sudden presence.God, how long have I been pacing?
But I instantly warm at his voice. It’s so deep and gravely and makes my lower belly tremble. When I spin to face him, his black shirt is undone, showing me those perfectly carved abs and his tattoos again. Seriously, I didn’t think I’d have a thing for a guy with tattoos, mainly because most guys I’ve dated haven’t had any. But Grayson’s tattoos and muscles and hair. He screamsbad idea,but looks like he’d make sure you had a smile on your face whilst doing saidbad ideas.
Not knowing exactly what to say, or how to say what I planned, I flatten my hands over my dress. “Oh yeah, I um, needed to check something.”I checked nothing. My wild brown eyes meet his cool, icy ones. God, songs could be written about the ice in his eyes. “You look great. Are you great? I’m great… great.”Nora, shut up..
Grayson chuckles, crowding into my space. He bends his head to reach my mouth but doesn’t move closer, even though my body is once again betraying me and desperate for the enemy. “You’re fucking smoking when you come, but you’re adorable when you’re nervous,” he whispers, and the words pulse over my skin. He runs his nose against mine just centimetres from my lips, making my knees wobble for the second time today.
I place my hands on his chest and push him back, closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath. “You’re confusing me. I know you’re just trying to get me hot and bothered again.”
“Is it that obvious?” he muses.
Before I can think, move, or breathe. Grayson has grabbed me and is kissing me like he’s never going to kiss me again. It’s short, but Jesus, it’s winded me enough to make me pant like a dog in heat. And at this point, I think I might be.
“I wanted to kiss you again, so I just did it. See how that works? Impulse, action,” he says so calmly, like this is all very normal, and the world isn’t turned upside down right now.
I’m still panting.
“What are we… did we… should we? Christ, I think I’ve forgotten every word in the English language.” I’ve got a way with words when I’m flustered. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I tend to spectacularly lose the ability to speak.
He grins at me proudly. “I make you speechless? Aw shorty, you flatter me.”
“Oh, God. Stop talking,” I moan and bury my head into his chest, basking for a second in his scent, which has changed because now he smells like me – he must have used my shower gel. The combination of his usual masculine scent and my sweet cupcake shower gel – yes, I’m obsessed with smelling like cupcakes at nearly 27 – is sending me over the edge. I’m a little hot and ragey inside because that stuff is expensive but then smelling it on him is a whole new sensory experience. One that makes my brain think he’s mine because he smells like me.God, I need to stop reading that paranormal romance book, fated mates and imprinting is for fiction, Nora. Get a grip.
“Hmm, I like it when you moan like that.” He bends to kiss my neck and as his cool lips make contact with my hot skin, the earlier annoyance dissipates in mere seconds.
Those insane goo-Grayson-umps are back and tempting me to be weak again. Yeah, I’ve lost my mind.
“Was that better than okay this time?” Grayson asks with a smirk, but I can hear a little vulnerability in his voice. He damn well knows it was better than okay. I open my mouth to respond when he interrupts me, placing his finger over my lips. “Will you leave me an expert review on Google? Riveting tongue action. Excellent length and girth? Made me come harder than I ever have? 15/10, would recommend.”
He removes his fingers and I roll my lips over my teeth, stifling a chuckle. “Riveting tongue action?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.” He buries his head into my hair again, something I’m realising he likes to do, and caresses my neck with his mouth, reminding me what he did minutes before with that tongue.
“Okay, okay, review is pending but now, I have to go to work, and you need to be elsewhere, not making me feel flutters in my vagina anymore. Key is here.” I back away from his embrace and slam the key onto the table, not able to look at him again. “Bye, Grayson.”
I hear him call out after I left the room. “You forgot your knickers.” My eyes squeeze shut. My fucking knickers, the ones he took off and stuffed into his pocket.
