Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“You are,” Adler teased in a singsong voice.
“Watch that sass,” I warned, crowding him closer to the fridge, momentarily forgetting he was hurt and we weren’t supposed to be flirting. “Don’t make me teach you a lesson.”
“Oh no, not that.” Adler faked being horrified, eyes going wide, but with heat rather than fear. “Please don’t punish me.”
His face was too damn close to mine. How had I never noticed how full his lips were until this moment? A strange and undeniable urge came over me. I needed to kiss him. Not wanted. Needed. Like ice water on an August day, like I might burn to a crisp if I didn’t kiss him right now.
Couldn’t have that.
Sweat ran down my back and my face felt scalded as I leaned in. And goddamn if Adler didn’t grin like a pleased cat who’d finally trapped his mouse. I wanted to kiss that grin away, make him whimper and moan like he had on my lap, reduce him to the same burning need coursing through me.
My mouth crashed down on his. He’d asked for punishment, and this was—
Not that.
As soon as my lips hit his, my whole body relaxed, all that heat and need given an outlet, and suddenly, the last thing I wanted was to discipline him. He’d pushed and pushed all damn week, every time we were alone, and I should have a bucket full of righteous fury to push into the kiss. Instead, my overwhelming urge was to pleasure, not punish.
I softened my approach, and he gave a quiet moan as he sagged against the fridge. I followed, pressing my body against him as my mouth got acquainted with his. Adler tasted like sunshine and sugar, lemonade for my parched soul. His lips were impossibly soft. I’d never kissed another guy before, never considered the possibility, but here we were, and damn, I liked it.
I liked the strength in his hand clutching me, the silkiness of his hair in my fist, the slight rasp to his cheeks, and the hardness of his cock against mine, even through our clothes.
Clothes that suddenly were much too constricting. Continuing to kiss him, I shrugged out of my coat, letting it flutter to the floor behind me.
Woof. Both Lorelei and Rory stood behind me, curious expressions on their doggie faces, ears cocked.
“We should—”
“You say stop, and I’m going to weep.” Adler kept right on clutching my shoulder with his uninjured hand. He’d lost the ice pack for the other hand at some point, not that he seemed to care about that. “Show me your bedroom, Gray. That’s what we should do.”
All the reasons in the world to stop right here, but then he licked his kiss-swollen lips, and I was a goner. I nodded. “Suppose I could.”
Chapter Sixteen
Adler
Grayson actually said yes, which was possibly more stunning than him kissing me in the first place. And that had been enough of a shocker. I’d seen the want in his eyes, had felt the press of his body as he crowded into me, but I hadn’t expected him to follow through with a kiss. He kept such a tight rein on himself that when he let go, it was like a dam breaking.
All his usual intensity channeled into kissing me. And wow, could that man kiss. He might not have much experience with guys, but one would never guess it from how he took charge of my mouth. His aggressiveness had my cock harder than an icicle, and the rest of me burning with want.
He kept kissing me as we stumbled toward his bedroom. I had a feeling he was using the kissing to avoid thinking about the ramifications of what we were doing, but that was a-okay by me.
“Go lie down,” I said to the dogs who were following us. I broke away from the kiss long enough to toss two dog toys onto their living room bed, and mercifully, they flopped onto the bed to happily chomp on the toys.
Like the rest of the trailer, Grayson’s room was impeccably clean right down to the made bed. It featured older furnishings, including a sturdy-looking oak headboard and footboard that gave me all sorts of kinky ideas.
Not wanting to give him a chance to reconsider, I stripped off my coat, hoodie, and undershirt and sent them raining to the floor before reaching for his shirt buttons. He used the proximity to kiss me again, and we both fumbled out of the rest of our clothes. I’d seen him naked that day at the pond, and that image was seared onto my brain, but I took a moment to admire him all over again.
Fuzzy chest. Tats. Muscles upon muscles and thighs for days. A web of scars wove around one of his ankles and other faded scars dotted his body, a history of a life lived hard that somehow added to his appeal. His cock was hard and jutting right toward me, tempting me to drop to my knees on the carpeted floor, but I knew what I wanted more. And damn, I was glad I’d woken up in time for a decent shower that morning.