Page 196 of Built to Fall
“Oh,” is all I manage to let out.
“You okay with that?” The glint in his eyes is a tell-tale sign of his arousal, and it makes me that much more aware of how he wants this nearly as much as I do.
Still, I try to play it cool. “Sure. I guess.”
Grant rolls his eyes, knowing exactly how much I’m downplaying the need flooding my core. “Get your ass upstairs, Eva.”
I bite back a grin, turning on my heels to climb the stairs. I take each step deliberately slow, making sure Grant’s watching as I do. I can feel him following behind me, and for the most part, he keeps his distance.
Until I reach the third to last step, where his hand comes down on my ass, landing with just enough force to make me gasp, whipping around to glare at him.
He’s barely fazed, wearing that same cocky smirk he always showcases, completely immune to the fact that anyone downstairs could have seen him do that.
“Couldn’t help myself,” he murmurs, stepping up to bridge the gap between us.
My hand falls to the back of my skirt. “Thathurt,you dick.” It didn’t. I just like seeing the flash of guilt rush to his face for a split second.
Grant leans in, his lips brushing my temple in a way that looks as though it’s apologetic, but I know better when I feel him smile against my hair. “I’m sure you’ll live.”
The corners of my mouth betray me, threatening to lift into a smile. “You won’t.”
Amusement paints his face. “Is that a threat?”
I don’t say anything in return. I turn and dart up the remaining stairs, making him chase me all the way to the door of his bedroom.
Grant backs me against the bedroom door, his hands finding my waist in a familiar pattern. I let him, my heart thudding against my chest so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it.
His lips press to mine in a heated exchange, and I’m so lost in the way his mouth moves with mine that I don’t notice when he twists the knob and the door collapses open behind me. The only thing that keeps me from falling on my ass is the singular hand he has on my waist.
Next thing I know, Grant lifts me with one arm, carrying me into the bedroom and letting the door swing shut behind us.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, laying me gently on the mattress.
“I do.” I try to dull the anticipation bubbling in my throat. “I want this.”
It’s safe to say that in the time we’ve been together, we’ve run all the bases. Multiple times.
Hell, the first time I sucked his dick was in the parking lot of Sal’s Diner in the backseat of his car.
We know each other’s bodies well. It’s no surprise.
One look at him has me ready to get my hands all over him, like any other girl would want to.
Thankfully, I’m theonlygirl now. They can’t have what’s mine.
“Perfect,” he hums, kneeling on the bed at my feet, lifting me by the hips, and easily pulling my skirt down my legs. “Jesus.”He groans when he sees what I have on underneath.
In Kara’s terms, it’s probably consideredanniversary lingerie,but I don’t care. I ordered it online last week and made the split-second decision to put it on after seeing the way Grant practically melted when I showed him my outfit earlier.
I lift one side of the black tank top I have on, exposing half of my matching bra. His eyes narrow at the sight, desire coating his pupils.
“Didn’t think hot pink was something you’d pick out, pretty girl.”
Now’s probably not a good time to tell him thatSavannahpicked it out. It wasn’t on purpose, but she just happened to come into my room and peer over at my laptop right as I was looking through my options. She didn’t even mention Grant when she told me which I’d look best in. She’s a good friend like that.
“Decided to go for something out of my comfort zone,” is what I tell him, because it’s true.
“Well, I can’t wait to get you out ofthese.” He smiles mischievously, trailing his fingers lightly over my waist, down my lips, and under the straps of the thong.
