Page 87 of Grease Monkey
The office door ricochets against the wall as we move through the shop and toward the stairs that Ozzy appeared from when I first came here, but we veer off and take a different route, down a hallway and up a different set of stairs. He doesn’t stop kissing me the entire time he walks us out of his garage, doesn’t for one second let us part as his tongue tangles with mine, cruelly reminding me thatthisis what I could have had for all these years. One arm tightens under my legs as he opens a door and walks us inside a dark room. My legs are protesting with the strain of holding myself around his waist, but I’m scared that if I break contact, rational thoughts will fill us both, and we will stop this before we even start it. And I know in my gut that the regret over not being with Teddy again will always outweigh the guilt I’ll face tomorrow.
He sets me down on a bed gently, and I lean on my elbows, panting with swollen and tingling lips as I look around the converted space. It’s small, not even big enough to be classed as a one-bed apartment, and in the dim light from the streetlights outside, I can’t see anything except a kitchenette and another door that I assume is to a bathroom.
Did he bring me to his apartment?
Teddy stands at the foot of the bed, his large presence formidable in the dark.
“So this is my home,” he says, flicking his hand out.
“It’s nice.”
He laughs, shrugging a little, and I swear it’s like he’s embarrassed or something. “It does the job.”
I extend my hand, and his gaze drops to my fingers. “Come here.”
He pauses, chewing on the edge of his lip. “How drunk are you?”
I huff a laugh. “I’m not.”
“We just drank an almost full bottle of vodka together, and you’re not drunk?”
I crawl to my knees to be in front of him and rest my fingers on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under them.
“You shouldn’t feel guilty about taking advantage, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I pause, and Teddy’s gaze drops to my mouth.
“If we start this, I don’t think I will be able to stop,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, sending chills down my spine. “Good thing I won’t tell you to stop.”
My tongue darts out and swipes along my lower lip as I grip the zipper of his overalls and slowly pull it down, never taking my eyes from his. Energy crackles around us, and it’s taking all my power not to rush undressing him. The muscles in my arms strain, the butterflies in my stomach electric with anticipation. And it finally hits me how right this feels. Nothing has ever quite felt the way it does right now. Not with Teddy when I was eighteen. Not with Richard when we first started dating, first slept together, or when he proposed.
Fuck all the consequences.
Fuck all the fear of what could happen if my mom finds out what I’ve done.
Fuck everything.
I need Teddy more than I need my next breath.
“You’ve changed, Ana,” he says, his fingers grazing down the side of my face. “What happened between now and earlier?”
“You said I should do what would make me happy.” My fingers trail up the inside of his overalls, the soft cotton of his Henley bunching as I move up.
“And that would be me, huh?” He’s trying to be funny, trying to lighten the mood and thank God, because, Jesus, it’s almost suffocating.
“You take what you want when you want it. No questions asked. So why can’t I do the same?”
I slide my hands up and over his shoulders, dragging his sleeves down his arms. He helps me by shaking his hands free, and grips the back of his shirt at the neck, tugging it over his head. The tips of my fingers ghost down his chest, over each bump and ridge of his abs and skimming through the trail of hair that runs beneath his boxers.
Everything heightens as he reaches forward and undresses me with the same speed I did him. It’s like we are both savoring this, slow and steady, taking our time, mapping, memorizing, making each other remember how it used to be with the tips of our fingers. My shirt flutters to the bed, and one large hand cups my breast, thumbing my nipple over my silk bra. It’s like I’ve been hit with a thousand volts as I arch into him and close my eyes.
“Fuck, Ana,” he says hoarsely, and I swear his voice is my new favorite sound. Knowing that’s what he sounds like now when he’s aroused. I don’t want him ever to stop.
Teddy
“Now is the last time to tell me to stop, Ana. Tell me right now, because as soon as I’m inside you, I won’t ever let you go.”
Her eyes are wide, and I wish I had more light than the pathetic dribble from outside so I could see the dark green of her arousal in them. Her eyes were always my favorite thing about her.
“I won’t say stop,” she promises. “I didn’t before, and I won’t now.”
