Page 36 of Mr. Green

He’s walking me to my room. I know he’s just walking me up. His room is close by and no one wants a girl throwing a pity party.

I’m trying to evaluate my feelings. I feel numb. I feel like I’ve cried my heart out. I feel like the morning I woke up and remembered Ryan was gone. I feel like an idiot.

I keep my head down, embarrassed about the night’s events. He keeps walking with me, staying silent but with his arm around my lower waist. I’m going to need to do an extra-long run tomorrow to try to forget the night’s events and bring some emotion to me. Feeling numb is so far from where I want to be.

I lead him to my suite and grab my key card from my purse. He’s watching patiently. His light brown eyes digging into every movement. His beard makes him look mature, and that ridiculous luscious hair—I want to run my fingers through it, feeling the smooth texture. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.

“I’m sor—”

I can’t finish the sentence. His lips are on mine. It’s not aggressive. It’s gentle, but commanding. It’s enough to feel my whole body come back to life. I’ve wanted to know what kissing Grant would be like for years. He doesn’t disappoint.

He cups my left side of my face with one hand and brings my waist in towards him with the other. His lips are moving minutely, but they feel strong. I focus on every movement, every nibble, every touch while my body lights up like it’s on fire.

Kissing Ryanneverfelt like this! Ryan felt like kissing a placid fish compared to kissing Grant.

I want more. My leg reaches over his, bringing our hips closer. He doesn’t stop kissing me, so I open my mouth. He inserts his tongue, tasting my own. His kiss is sensual, butalso like a claim. A claim I never want to end.

But it does.

He pulls away a minute later, leaving me stunned and panting, leaning up against the door frame. He keeps his hands where they are, embracing me. Then he kisses each of my eyes, and then my forehead. “I see you, Lana.” He pauses. “I’ll see you, again. Soon. Good night, Sunshine.”

Then he leaves.

I’m frozen in my doorway, while my chest moves up and down in shallow breaths. I don’t know what he means by seeing me soon. As far as I was concerned, I was running and then heading back on the plane without him. He’s supposed to be going to Texas. He said he spent too much time away from there and got a first-class ticket back to his home, instead of all of us flying back to Washington together. Which means he won’t be on our plane.

Who is this guy?

I would never have guessed Grant would be so bossy. I’ve always been attracted to him, but I thought it was more of an unrequited love situation. I never thought he would actually make a move onme.I touch my lips to make sure it wasn’t a dream. I want his lips on mine again.

I pull from my haze and open my door. I grab a drink of water to help me calm down, then I wet my face. I go out onto the balcony for some fresh air.

All I can think about is that kiss. I don’t want to take my hands from my lips; the only imprint of Grant I have.

I look up to the sky and whisper, “Thank you.”

I let another tear fall down, but it’s a tear of relief. A tear of someone knowing who I really am. It’s a relief I can be my old self again. Now I know a new beginning is happening.

Chapter 24

Lana

Iwent on a run this morning. It was long, just like I wanted. I wanted a push to feel alive and think of something other than Grant’s lips on mine or how I was so pathetic my ex could just up and leave. Thinking about anything else is easier said than done. That kiss was explosive and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before in my life, but letting myself think about how nice it’d be to have a relationship with Grant keeps getting bypassed by how a guy I loved stomped on my heart.

So I ran. I pushed myself to run five and a half miles. It’s the furthest I’ve ever gotten. I almost couldn’t make it back to the hotel. My legs are killing me, and all I want to do is sit in a bath and pass out.

Last night has my thoughts all over the place. My past came up to say hi with that stupid song, but now I can’t stop thinking about Grant. And his lips. And his arms around me. And that forest, man smell. And what else he would do to me.

Why did he stop last night?

That is the question that has been plaguing my mind since it happened. I know I was crying and upset, but isn’t that prime time to take a girl to the bedroom and make her forget about whoever she was crying over?

He must actually be a gentleman. Just my fucking luck.

I could’ve gone for some hot, old-school, barbariansex. How I want to be conquered by his dick. It’s the first time I’ve wanted something more than my toys at home in a drawer. Paige is right, the toys aren’t going to do it anymore. They’ve lost their appeal since they don’t have a body. I used to admire that. Now, I’m desperate for the whole thing; the personality, conversation, arms. I don’t want just any body. I want Grant fucking Green’s body. I never thought I’d be able to get close to his lips, but now I’ve had a taste and I want more.

Grant is playing the gentleman card, but he also showed his domineering side. The one that says, “Take your pants off,” or “Don’t wear those panties, I want you bare.”

I bet his dirty talk is off the charts.