Grant motioned for me to wait when I started to open my door, then he jogged around to open it himself. “This is a date. That means I drop you off in front, walk you up to the front door . . .”
He took my hand and helped me out, grinning all goofy-like when the hem of my dress slid up my legs as I crawled out.
“Give me a good night kiss?” I added as I let him take my hand.
He peered over at me, brow raised. “Or a good night something.”
Giving him a light shove, I tried not to pretend that a good night something sounded as appealing to me as it did to him. “I never should have told you it’s been seven years since my last time.”
“Yes, you definitely should have.”
“Why’s that?”
He grinned at the ground. “Because I can use that knowledge in my favor.”
“How does knowing that work in your favor?” I angled toward him as we climbed the stairs together.
After we’d stopped in front of the door, he turned and pulled me closer. “Because I know how bad you need it now.”
The skin on the back of my neck raised, my lips parting from the acceleration of my breath. “How do you know it’s not a case of the longer you go without it, the less you need it?”
Grant glanced at the door like he was making sure it wasn’t going to open. I knew from the last text Mrs. Kent had sent me that Charlie had gone to bed a little before ten and that Mrs. Kent was spending the night in the guest room on the other side of Charlie’s room.
“No,” he said at last, his head slowly shaking. “Not with something like that. Not with someone like you.” Grant moved closer, not stopping until his chest was pressing into mine, walking me backward until my back ran into the wall. “In fact, I bet you’ve gone so long, I could barely touch you and you’d fall apart in my arms. Am I right?”
My chest was brushing against his, my legs feeling weak from what was happening. Or what was about to happen. Or what I was imagining was about to happen.
“No,” I whispered, “you’re not right.”
His eyes called me out. “There’s only one way to know who’s right.” He kissed the outside of my neck before lightly sucking on my earlobe.
The moan he drew from me seemed to sweep across the entire estate. My hand clamped over my mouth, but he pried it away.
“No. I don’t want you stifling the sounds you make for me. I don’t want you trying to hide anything I’m about to pull out of you right here against this wall.” Holding my wrist, he slid my hand up the wall until my arm was fully extended above me. The stone was still warm from the sun, heat seeping into my skin. “Give me your other hand,” he ordered before sinking his teeth into my lobe.
The sensation made me jolt against him, but all he did was press his body into mine harder until I felt trapped between two walls of stone. When I lifted my other hand for him, he gathered it up in his hand with my other wrist. The task of winding around both of my wrists was no challenge for hands the size of his.
Once he had me pinned, he rocked his hips into mine, practically lifting me up the wall. His hard length settled right where I needed it, the heat of him transferring through the thin layers of material keeping us apart. Another moan escaped from my mouth, but this one was more a cry of pleasure. He was right. He’d barely have to touch me.
His other hand moved from the bend of my hip to reach something above us.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, my ribs feeling as though they’d crack from the way my heart was pounding.
“Unscrewing this light bulb,” he said, right before the wash of light disappeared and darkness moved in around us. “And after that, I’m getting you off.”
“Why?” My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark, making his touch that much more intense.
“Because I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. No man besides me ever has, and I’m going to make damn sure no other man besides me ever does.” His hips pitched into mine again, and this time, I could feel my orgasm.
My head rolled back as my back arched, trying to create more friction between our bodies. “You’re still a possessive bastard.”
I felt his head nod against mine. “Of you?” he whispered in my ear, grinding against me once more. “Always.”
That was all it took. My body went rigid right before the whole world went on fire, my body right along with it.
Grant held me tight, his body moving against mine like it would have if we’d really been fucking, drawing my orgasm out until my legs were shaking and incapable of holding me up any longer.
A minute later, I hadn’t come close to recovering. Grant never let go of me—he just held me close, catching me when I fell back down to Earth.