Page 7 of Only for Love

His heavy weight lies atop of me, but one arm props him up, so I’m not crushed. I can’t think. Just feel. A kiss has never been more meant to be. Then his lips touch mine. I breathe him in.

He groans into my mouth, and I let his tongue sweep mine. Hungry for more of him, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, scarcely believing this is happening. Knowing how big and broad Gray is, that’s one thing. Wrapping myself around him, feeling him hold me, kiss me—it’s insane.

His hands thread into my hair, and it’s like we’ve unleashed a fire. His hips flex to mine. His erection pushes into my stomach. Without thought, I’m biting his lip, scratching my fingers into his back—

A noise startles us. We’re frozen, panting, connected and staring into each other’s eyes.

“Garage,” I mumble against his lips.

He hugs me close; then we separate, rolling to opposite ends. All I can do is stare at Grayson and smile like a loon.

He chuckles and tilts his head, a crooked half smile on his face. “What—”

The bedroom door opens. Dad and Ryan were out running some kind of man-errands that I wasn’t invited to and didn’t want to go on. Thank God.

“Hi, sweetie pie.” My dad pops his head in. “Oh, hey, Grayson.” Then Dad laughs like what just happened has no chance of ever happening between Gray and me. “No boys in your room with the door closed.”

“Hey, Mr. Kingsley.”

“Right. Gotcha. Sorry.” The way those three words fumble out of my stuttering mouth should’ve been a neon blinking sign that screamed obvious. But apparently, Dad’s stuck in oblivious mode.

“I meant to tell you, son, great job last Friday.” Then Dad smiles at me. “Guess this guy will always be an exception in this house.”

He turns to leave,shuts the door, and there Grayson and I are, still silent and staring. I slap my hands over my mouth, certain insane, nervous giggles are going to explode at any second. Gray’s the epitome of cool collectedness. Must be nice.

Pound, pound. Ryan thumps on my door as he walks past. “Gray in there?”

Grayson’s eyes trail toward the door, then he stands. “So…”

“So…” Please don’t ruin anything. Please don’t say anything likewhoopsieoroh, shit, why did that happen?

He leans against my wall, and his green eyes are on fire. A smile that melts me catches on his lips. “Get ready to get your Sadie Hawkins on.”

My mind is already doodlingMrs. Grayson Fordin imaginary notebooks. He has no clue where my head is. But given that I didn’t see what just happened comingat all, maybe I have no clue where his head is either.

He lifts his chin to say goodbye. Then he’s gone. Down the hall, Grayson and Ryan bro out. I listen to their muffled voices while I press my fingers against my mouth. My lips feel swollen. My entire body feels… explosive.

Finally, I drop back to my bed and kick my feet up. Cherry needs to weigh in on this situation. I grab my phone and see a text message from Grayson.

Grayson:No more stories. That’s all I’ve ever needed.

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