Page 89 of Pucking Grey

“Maddie,” I whisper, staring deep into the depths of her eyes.

“Grey,” she smiles. “All I wanted was to be your puck bunny and look at me now.”

I chuckle, grabbing her waist so she doesn’t fall.

She says, “All I care about now is pucking Grey.”

I try to control myself, but my dick definitely flinches under her. I think my heart might have skipped a beat too, maybe I’ve even forgotten how to breathe because fucking hell, has this beautiful woman fallen for me? Because easily, I already have.

Her hands trace my face as cars continue to pass us.

“Grey, will you take me home?”

“Home?”

She nods. “Your bed.”

I try not to appear excited as I nod. “Yeah, home.”

When she tries to climb off my lap, I grab her one last time. I would do anything to relive these last few minutes over and over until the day I die.

“I love kissing you,” I say to her.

She dives in, shoving her tongue into my mouth, so I force mine into hers. We’re so fucking hungry for each other, it’s like play tug-o-war.

She finally pulls away. “Okay, drive.”

I nod, releasing her.

When her seatbelt is on and my seat is adjusted upright, I start the drive. I ask for her hand once we reach the highway and then we let music fill the thick tension between us.

Chapter 28

I slip under the covers to sleep in Grey’s bed, and to my surprise, Greyson moves his hand over to me. He’s hesitant at first, but after that drive, I feel comfortable enough to grab his hand and place it around me. He pulls me closer to him and asks, “Is this okay?”

I turn to meet his face. There’s a slight glimpse of him in the darkness. He readjusts himself to get a better look at me.

“Is this okay?” he asks again, gripping me tighter with his fingers.

I nod, pulling my hair out of my face. I lean down and quickly peck his lips before I realize what I’m doing.

“Good night,” I say and then I face forward and lay inside of his arms.

His fingers grab my chin as he sits up. He turns his face to mine, pecking my lips. “Good night,” he whispers.

He lays back down as my chest warms from those lips and his tone of voice. His face is in my hair when I turn my face to him again.

I press my lips against his for a couple of seconds. “Good night,” I whisper, looking into his eyes through the darkness.

He grabs my neck gently and explores my lips with his. The sensation rattles through every vertebra. Now my body is reacting to his as I roll around the bed, squeezing my thighs together.

“Good night,” he whispers against my lips.

I drink in another kiss, this time his tongue exploring my mouth.

I pull away as my body feels weak under him. “Good night.”

He smiles through the night, and it’s the most genuine, sweet smile I’ve ever seen. He cups my cheek with his palm, rubbing me with his thumb. His smile is bright when he leans into my face and pecks me. “Good night.”

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