Page 25 of Lovers at Seaside
She slid her finger into his belt loop and tugged him closer, realizing for the first time that he’d worn a polo shirt instead of a T-shirt. She wondered if that was for the sake of her image, since they were visiting Abe at the resort again today, which seemed like a very Grayson thing to do. With that in mind, she decided to change out of her expensive slacks and blouse before they left and into something more casual. He’d put in so much effort already. Now it was her turn.
ON THE WAY to Brewster, Parker and Grayson talked about their impending visit with Abe. Parker was determined to try to get through to Abe, and Grayson was equally determined to make sure she left Abe’s room just as confident as she was when she arrived. He wasn’t about to let the old man make her feel bad. Not now. Not after last night.
Not ever again.
She reached for his hand as they walked into the resort and flashed a smile that wasn’t practiced or fake. He knew the difference now, which surprised him. When had he started noticing those things? By simply reaching for his hand and publicly claiming their relationship, she eased a worry he hadn’t even realized he’d been harboring. It was one thing to kiss in a dark bar, and a whole different ball game to hold hands in the light of day at a posh resort where everyone dressed to the nines and acted like they were made of money—and he stood out like a sore thumb. Grayson had debated wearing slacks and a button-down shirt, but he wasn’t into pretending he was something he wasn’t. He’d worn a collared shirt, a step up from his normal T-shirts, but that was for Parker, not for these hoity-toity people.
As they crossed the lobby, Grayson had no way of knowing if the men ogling Parker recognized her, or if they were simply admiring the beautiful blonde in the sexy little sundress. The dress that stopped a few inches above her knees and made him want to run his hands up her luscious thighs. He’d been pleasantly surprised when she’d gone inside in her fancy slacks and blouse and returned in the dress, acting a little less rigid, even more flirtatious and, it seemed, more comfortable in her own skin.
“Love you in this dress,” he said as they waited for the elevator.
She blinked a few times before answering, as if she were weighing her answer.
“Thanks. I wore it for you.”
That made him feel good. They stepped into the elevator, and when the doors closed, he folded her into his arms. “Your heart is beating so fast. Nervous?”
“Yes, but I think it has more to do with you than Abe.”
“Sweetheart, that’s the best kind of nervous.” Conscious of her lipstick this time, he kissed her cheek, and when she made a sound of appreciation, he kissed her again, kissing his way over her jaw to the sensitive skin just below her ear. She rubbed against him like a cat, purring as he devoured her sweet, tantalizing nape. The sexy sound vibrated through her chest to his.
“More,” she whispered.
He sealed his teeth over her neck and gave it a little suck, remembering how it had driven her out of her mind last night. She clutched the sides of his head, forcefully holding him in place as he kissed and sucked and took his fill. Her feminine scent beckoned him, and he quickly lost himself in the murmurs she made.
“More,” she said again.
He glanced at the elevator.Six more floors.He had to have more of her. He dropped his hands to her thighs, squeezing as they slid up her trembling legs beneath her dress.
“Grayson,” she whispered.
“Hm?” He eyed the control panel, acutely aware of how little time they had, and ran his tongue from her shoulder up the smooth column of her neck.
“Nothing,” she said hurriedly. “Don’t stop.”
No chance he was stopping now.He grabbed her—Bare butt? Hot damn.He’d been dying to touch her last night but had known she needed a different type of intimacy and tenderness. But now she clung to his head, whispering, “Yes, yes, yes,” as he touched her. Now she wanted this as much as he did. He put his mouth beside her ear, whispering erotic promises. The sounds she made fell somewhere between a whimper and a plea, making him wish they had all day to themselves.
He touched his forehead to hers, trying to regain control. Her nails dug into his biceps as he sucked her neck.
“Grayson, Grayson, Grayson.”
“You’re so beautiful, baby.”
Eyeing the control panel, he debated hitting the stop button, but their visit with Abe was too important to Parker to blow off for self-gratification.
Two more floors.
“Later,” he reluctantly choked out.One more floor.“I don’t want to mess up your pretty lipstick, but I want that sexy mouth of yours.” He framed her face with his hands, holding their mouths a breath apart as his tongue dipped into her mouth and swept over hers. She jumped right into the seductive game, meeting every stroke of his tongue with a slick of her own and driving him out of his mind.
When the elevator stopped, he pressed his lips to her forehead and said, “Oh yeah, baby. You’ve got a naughty side.”
Chapter Nine
I HAVE A naughty side? I have a naughty side. Ohmygosh! I have a naughty side!Parker’s body was humming from head to toe. That probably shouldn’t thrill her so much, considering she’d just done something she’d never imagined doing in an elevator, but it did! She must have a naughty side, because when Grayson had whispered to her, she’d wanted to act out each and every one of his dirty suggestions.
Grayson’s hand came around her waist as they stepped from the elevator, and her body heated up again.Holy cow. How am I going to think in there?
“Mind if we stop at the restroom before going to see Abe?” he asked, calm and casual as ever.
