With a shake of my head, I turned and walked away.
Meagan
ONE QUICK LOOK in the mirror and I was happy with what I saw. Grayson and I were headed up to his mother’s house today for lunch. My hands moved over the light-blue dress as I drew in a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I’d met Ashley once before, but now it was official; Grayson and I were dating, practically living together. I spent most of my nights here at Grayson’s place and only went home to grab more clothes.
“Meg, are you almost done?”
Frowning, I leaned in closer. “Damn it, is that mascara?”
“No, it’s not. Let’s get going or we’re going to be late. My mother does not like late.”
Panic set in as I quickly spun on my heels and grabbed my purse. “Shit! Why didn’t you tell me we were running late?”
Grayson laughed. “I did, when you said you only had one more piece of hair to curl.”
“How late are we?” I asked as I pushed past him and ran into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and reached for the seven-layer dip Grayson had asked me to make. The moment I felt his hands on my ass, I knew we were both in trouble.
“Damn, Meg. You look so fucking hot in this dress.”
Turning, I set the casserole dish on the island. My body was on fire just from his touch. His finger came up and traced along my jaw line as his name passed softly through my lips.
“We’re late,” I giggled as his hands moved down my body.
“So what, my mother can wait.”
I shook my head as I sucked in a breath while Grayson lowered his body and ran his hands up my legs then he pushed my dress up and around my waist.
His eyes lit up when he saw the black lace panties. His head moved in as he kissed me through the thin lace. “Oh God,” I panted as my head dropped back.
His fingers slowly pulled my panties off as I gave in to my desire. I could practically feel the wetness growing between my legs.
Grayson stood and brought the panties up to his face and took in a deep breath. “Fucking hell, it smells like heaven.”
My tongue ran along my lips as I fought to breathe.
“Tonight I’m fucking you, Meagan.”
I swallowed hard. “Why tonight? Why not right now?”
Grayson slipped my panties into the back pocket of his jeans and grabbed my hand, pulling me to him. Our lips were inches apart from each other. “Because you took too long curling your hair.”
The drive to Ashley’s house was getting me hornier by the second. Grayson would run his hand along my leg, just barely slipping it under my dress, causing me to breathe heavier and silently will him to finger fuck me.
His hand would move up my inner thigh and stop just inches from where I needed relief, then slowly come back down.
Ugh! I can’t take this.
My head dropped back against the headrest as I let out a frustrated sigh.
“Something wrong, baby?”
Lifting my head, I looked into those baby blues. My eyes drifted down to his smile and then to those dimples. Oh. Oh he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Okay . . . two can play at that.
“Nope. I’m perfectly fine. We did forget the dip though.”
Grayson lifted an eyebrow and gave me that look that said he knew I was spilling out bullshit.
“That sucks,” was all he said as he turned back to the road and punched it when the light turned green. I decided my neck was stiff, and I needed to roll it some to loosen it. I also decided I needed to be vocal about how good it felt. Very vocal.