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"Oh, I was just so tired. I thought I’d get ready to turn in.” I stuttered, hiding the phone behind my back as I turned to face him.
“Really?” He gave me a long look, his gaze lingering on me just a moment too long. The phone felt like a lead weight in my hand. How the hell was I going to get rid of it without him knowing I’d been snooping?
“You wore me out with the most perfect day in Paris I could imagine,” I said softly, stepping closer to him. “Thank you.”
Heat sparked in his gaze.
My heart raced as I leaned in, pressing my lips against his in what I hoped would be a convincing distraction.
Greyson hesitated, and my heart stuttered in desperate panic.
I knew what he was. I knew I should wait. Why had I been so stupid as to go through his phone now?
But then, his hands gripped my hips. He returned the kiss, slowly deepening it.
As his tongue teased the seam of my mouth, I let my lips part. I felt the familiar pull of desire take over. Greyson's strong arms encircled my waist, drawing me even closer. In that brief moment of closeness, I slipped the cell phone from behind my back and dropped it soundlessly onto the bed.
"Kennedy," Greyson murmured. "My good girl. Look at you, taking charge and kissing me first.”
"I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you," I admitted, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions inside me.
“I’m glad you gave in to the impulse.”
My mind screamed at me to stop, to not let myself get carried away by Greyson's touch, but my body betrayed me. The heat of his hands on my skin was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but respond. His fingers slowly worked the zipper on the back of my dress, and I didn't try to stop him.
Greyson's lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. My breath hitched as he nipped gently at my collarbone. I was losing control. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him back up to meet my lips once more.
"Greyson," I whispered, my voice wavering. "This...we shouldn't be doing this."
“Why?” he asked simply.
“I don’t know who you really are,” I whispered back, the words too painfully true. “And I don’t know who I really am.”
“I do,” he promised me. His hand cupped my cheek. “I know you.”
“Greyson,” I whispered, but I didn’t know what I was even asking for.
"Tell me to stop, and I will," he replied, his eyes searching mine for an answer.
I should say it. I should put an end to whatever dangerous game we were playing. But when I opened my mouth to speak, the words failed me. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into another searing kiss.
As Greyson's lips moved hungrily against mine, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was still so much more to discover about the man who had whisked me away on this whirlwind trip, and about the secrets hidden within my own forgotten past.
* * *
Kennedy had tried to sneak into my phone. It bothered me that she didn’t trust me.
Of course, I was breaking into her apartment while she slept, so perhaps she had some decent gut instincts.
I had driven her to work at the rink this morning once our flight landed. She had kissed me goodbye, which had made me smile.
And then my smile faded as she ran up the steps where I’d fought Carter and Jack. It took everything I had to let her go.
She belonged with me. Once they saw her, they would try to fill her head with lies again.
And with the truth too, of course, which was probably worse.
We hadn’t talked since I dropped her off. Not hearing her voice or seeing her smile for the past twenty-four hours, especially when those assholes were getting to see her—though they were probably wasting the opportunity—was driving me a little mad.
