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Yep. Soaked.
I push against his shoulder. “Okay, we have to stop this crap. I’m dying. And need to change my panties.”
He pushes forward, his chest meeting mine and growls into my neck. “If I thought I could stop there, I’d taste you again.”
I kind of go crazy after that. Hands everywhere, feeling him flex and tighten beneath my grasp.
At that moment, I slide slightly against the wall behind me, no idea how I went from the bench to the wall, my head hits the side of the house and immediately, and I do mean immediately, I think of Shane and that night at Aiden’s parents’ house.
Fuck you, memories. Fuck. You.
My body starts to shake against Grayson, our position shifting again.
I can feel him between my legs, hard, grinding against me, but the moment is gone for me. Now all I feel is nausea.
This, this is what he’s been talking about. I’m ready. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to have sex with Grayson. I do. But not against the side of a house.
His mouth is on my neck, his hips moving slightly against mine, and there is no denying what is going on here every time he rubs against me, the feel of him evident through his shorts. He curses, his mouth on mine, frantic with need.
Part of me wants to do it against the wall here to prove I’m fine. I almost do just to rip off that emotional bandage I’m clinging to.
I fucking hate this feeling in my chest.
My heart hammers, breathing escaping me entirely.
Grayson makes a noise in my ear, somewhere between a gasp and a groan. “I want you so bad,” he mumbles in my ear. He moves his hips one more time.
I clench my eyes shut. “Grayson,” I whisper, trying to work my hands between our chests. I want this, but not here.
He takes me whispering his name as encouragement, pushing against me again, sucking down on my neck, his hands moving lower and on the edge of my panties.
Oh God. Is he going to do it here? What happened to waiting?
“Grayson,” I repeat, firmer this time. I place a hand to his chest and push back lightly. “We have to stop.”
He looks at me, appearing almost confused as he continues to breathe heavily, trying to keep his lips closed, but eventually giving up and gasping for air again. “What?”
“I can’t,” I whisper quietly. “I don’t want to do it down here. Not against the wall.”
I don’t want a public display. I want private. I want seclusion and I want him alone, with just me.
He’s quiet for a moment, still holding onto me, but no longer touching me anywhere else as he stares at the ground.
“Yeah,” he whispers in return. His back continues to move upand down as he bends over slightly toward me. “Just… give me a second here.”
“Sorry.”
He reaches inside the front of his shorts, adjusting himself. It’s as hot as it was outside his truck earlier. He’s hunched forward as if he’s uncomfortable.
My cheeks break out in a fresh fire as I wait for Grayson to collect himself, neither of us talking.
“Are you okay?”
Finally, he stands up and draws in a deep breath, smiling at me. “I’m good.”
“I’m sorry.” I bite my bottom lip, waiting for his reaction.
“No, you shouldn’t be sorry,” Grayson says, reluctance and a haunting look evident in his eyes.