He grinned. “Have you ever done that before?”
She laughed. “No. Pretty obvious, huh?”
Grant pressed one hand to the cement wall and exhaled. “Is that what you really want, Faith? Dinner at a restaurant?”
She worked her lower lip some more. Then shook her head.
“What do you really want?”
She held his gaze, but didn’t answer for a long time. And Grant didn’t pressure her, because he could see her working it out in her head. And because he knew this was a big step for her.
“You.” The word came out as a half whisper. She cleared her throat and said, “You. I want you. I want...” she exhaled heavily and shook her head. “I want to know what it’s like to be with you. With a man like you. Part of me wants just an hour. Part of me wants all night. I’m willing to take whatever works for you. I don’t...expect...anything more. I just know you’re only going to be here a short time, and...”
She let her eyes close and all the air leak from her lungs as if the words exhausted her and she couldn’t bring herself to say more.
Grant’s chest was strung tight. Walking in, he’d known what he’d wanted—to corrupt a sweet country girl into a hot fling. Now...he still wanted that. But he wanted something else too. He just wasn’t sure what.
“Come here,” he told her.
She lifted her gaze to his, her eyes clear but confused. And, she looked so fucking innocent right now Grant couldn’t believe how badly he wanted her. Couldn’t believe how hot she made him looking like a drown mouse. Or how those big blue eyes cut into him.
When she didn’t move he said, “Come. Here.”
She waded through the water and stopped six inches away.
He lifted his hand, stroked her cheek and cupped her jaw, with a murmured, “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Her lashes fluttered and closed. Her head leaned into his hand. And fire consumed Grant’s body. He’d always thought he preferred spunky, take-charge women. Women he didn’t have to work to get or work to please. But he couldn’t remember ever being this charged by a woman either.
“Tell me what you want, Faith.”
She opened her eyes, took the last step to close the distance between them, and reached out, taking handfuls of his tee into her fingers to twist. “I want you to take charge.”
His mind flashed back to their moment in the back room and heat flooded his groin. His heart picked up speed.
“And I want you to do it your way,” she said, dropping his shirt and sliding her hands underneath, across his skin. Her cold fingers made him flinch, but still created a sizzle in his body. One that cut straight to his cock. She curved her arms around his waist, pressed that awesome little body against his and looked up at him with those big, trusting eyes. “I want you to talk as dirty as you fight, and I want you to fuck me as hard as you play.”
Another jolt of lust slammed through his body and hardened his cock. But he narrowed his eyes and brought his hand under her jaw to grip her face hard enough to make her draw a breath. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I want to know.” Fire burned in her eyes and her fingers dug into his back. “I want you to show me.”
God, he wanted to show her. Wanted to show her every carnal detail involved in fucking. But... “Baby, I’m pretty sure my definition of fucking and yours are on alternate planes of reality.”
Her eyes darkened and her jaw tightened. One of her hands came around and pushed between them to work open the button on his jeans, then slide the zipper, all while she never took her gaze off his. “Then bring me over to the dark side. Or is your schedule too booked up to give a girl a few fucking lessons.”
He released her jaw and pressed his fingers to her lips. “Stop saying that. It’s... God, it makes me insane.”
Her small hand slipped into his jeans and beneath his boxers, then closed around his cock. The combination of cold and pressure shocked a jerk through his whole body, and he swore. Then she opened her lips and took his fingers into her warm mouth.
All the sensations overloaded his circuits.
He pulled his hand from her mouth, wrapped it around the back of her neck and dragged her mouth to his. With the other arm at her waist, he drew her against him, tasted her deeply and groaned with all the frustration and need that had built up over the last week. She kissed him back far more openly, more hungrily than she had the first time, and the feel of her wanting him so passionately blew a fuse.
Grant lifted her off her feet. The move dragged her hand from his jeans and she broke the kiss on a gasp.
“Grant, your shoulder. Put me down.”
A sweet pang tugged in his chest. No one but Dwayne had asked about his shoulder, not even his parents. He found her neck with his lips as climbed the stairs and dragged her up his body until she wrapped her legs around his hips. “My shoulder can handle you.”