“I can’t believe that happened,” I admit, knowing my cheeks and face are flushed from more than the orgasm.
“Why the hell not?”
“I just dry humped you on your couch!”
“You weren’t alone. I was with you every second.”
“You were being sweet and sexy. We were starting to make out, then I practically… practically…”
“Turned sexy into fucking hot? Gave me the first taste of your perfect tits? Not to mention, I came in my shorts the second you did?”
Our eyes lock, and the heat from his gaze awakens something inside me. All embarrassment fades, and I wrangle my hands free and frame his face. “We have a thing for sofas, huh?”
“Fuck yeah, we do, and if you won’t pitch a mammoth-size hissy fit, I’m buying you a new one as soon as possible.”
“Why? I love my sofa.”
“I didn’t say we were getting rid of it, because it holds pretty fond memories, but I’m six-foot-four. Your sofa is built for much smaller people. I can’t even lay fully out with you, much less other things.”
At the mention of other things, my stomach does a full flip. I move my thumbs to rub over his lips. “We could always go to the bed.” I love the flame in his eyes as he understands what I’m suggesting.
“Oh, babe, we’re going to go to the bed, the kitchen, the dining table, everywhere and anywhere… You can bet on that.” He flexes his hips into my thigh, proving he’s still hard. “But for now, I need to get cleaned up and take my girlfriend to a proper dinner. Then we have to come back here and get ready for game day. I have a very specific regimen I follow.”
“Regimen, huh?”
“Yeah, and tonight, it includes round two. Maybe this time I won’t mark you.”
I peer down to see his bite mark surrounding my nipple, his teeth marks indented into my skin. “I think I like it,” I admit. “It’s pretty hot.”
“Jesus Christ, I’m going to come again if you don’t stop.”
He turns serious as he pushes up and stands, offering his hand. My eyes go immediately to the spot on his shorts, and I burst into laughter, unable to help myself. He looks down, adjusts himself, and scoops me into his arms.
“You think it’s funny that you’ve reduced me to a fifteen-year-old boy with no self-control?” He starts walking toward the hallway I noticed earlier.
“I wouldn’t classify you as a boy, but it is hilarious.”
He stops at the door of what I assume is his bedroom and lowers his mouth to my ear, nipping on my earlobe before he speaks. “Laugh all you want, Grace, but I promise you soon, you’ll see exactly what happens when I have no self-control.”
Chapter 14
Grace
“Ready for this, Gracey Pacey?” Logan jokes, elbowing me gently. “Big step today.”
“Shut up, Logan. I’m already frazzled. Can’t you be supportive?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
I slide my eyes to him and roll them in a huff. “Please, you would have killed me if I came without you.”
“Someone had to be here to witness the legendary Peach Princess of Thomasville meeting Sexy Six’s parents. This will go down in history. It’s my job to report the specifics.”
“If you don’t stop antagonizing me, I’ll throw you over this railing!” I point to the banister behind us.
“But it’s so fun.”
“I’m never, ever—” I don’t get to finish my sentence before my name is called.