Page 70 of Zero Pucks Given
But oh myGod,it felt good to finally give in to the desire we had both been trying to ignore for so long. It was confirmation that I wasn’t crazy, that he felt all the same things as me.
That what we had wasreal.
He must have felt me stirring, because suddenly he rumbled into my hair, “Good morning.”
“Mmm, itisa good morning,” I said. “At least, for you.”
“I’ve been hard as a rock for the last hour, waiting for you to wake up,” he purred.
I ground my ass back against him. “Hard as a rock? Or hard assteel?”
Grayson groaned. “I’ve never heard that one before.”
“Now you know how I felt when you called me pussycat on our first date.”
“God, I hated that,” I muttered. “You were such a cocky asshole.”
The arm draped over my chest tightened, and his fingers cupped one breast. “You didn’t seem to mind the nickname last night.”
“Mmm, I liked it very much.”
“What a difference a few months can make,” he replied.
Snuggling up against him, I said, “It helps that you’re not an asshole anymore.”
“I never was.”
I twisted around so I could glare at him.
“Okay,” he admitted. “I was a little bit of an asshole.”
“Ahugeasshole!” I corrected.
“You were shitty, too,” he pointed out.
“Yeah. I was.” I sighed happily. “Glad we worked things out.”
His fingers tightened on my breast. “Me too. Now I’m thinking of working something else out.” He ground his cock against my ass a little more insistently.
“Mmm, what if I’m not in the mood?” I replied.
His hand left my breast, traveling down between my legs. I opened my thigh a little bit to welcome his exploring fingers.
“You’re soaked,” he said.
“That doesn’t mean I’m in the mood,” I teased.
“Too bad,” he said, planting an arm on the bed and pushing on top of me. He smiled. “If I don’t fill you right fucking now, I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” I asked, biting my lower lip.
Before he could answer, there came a knock on the hotel room door.
Both of us tensed.
“Is that housekeeping?” I whispered. “It’s early!”
The knocking came again. “Ms. Harper? Are you in there?”
