Between You and Me (A college hockey romance)

Sixteen

**This chapter contains sexual scenes**

Lennon

What the hell am I doing? 

Owen's going to kill me and Arden and Jade are going to scream and then kill me. Yet I want to do this. I want Greyson to follow me to my apartment and I want whatever comes next. No strings, no thoughts, no anxiety about it. 

That kiss was hot. So incredibly hot. It's so unlike me I barely recognize myself but tonight I don't want to overthink it. There's plenty of time to do that come Monday. 

There's a knock on my door and when I open it Greyson leans against the doorframe. He looks so damn good standing there, arms crossed, smirking. 

"What?" I mutter. 

He shrugs, still smirking. "Nothing". 

"Are you coming or what?" I ask him, mirroring his stance and crossing my arms. He lifts an eyebrow. "You sure are". 

My stomach clenches in anticipation. 

Greyson finally steps inside, closing the door behind him and I waste no time pulling him to me. He doesn't seem surprised when I yank him by his shirt. In fact, all he does is smirk. I can't bring myself to overanalyze it because I'll lose my nerve. 

"I like this side of you, Lennon" he says as our bodys flush against each others. He grabs my face, surprisingly gentle."But if we're doing this I'm in charge". 

"Deal". 

He kisses me. Rougher than earlier. Almost desperate. Like he's dehydrated and I'm the source of water. 

Greyson bites my lower lip, asking for entrance and I give it to him. I let out an involuntary moan and he chuckles, the deep, husky sound going straight to my core. "Fuck, I need to hear that again". 

I guide him into the kitchen and he reclaims my mouth. I circle my arms around his neck as his hands roam my body, stopping at the curve of my back. He backs me up against the kitchen island, lifting me up in one sweet motion. 

If I wasn't already so turned on I'd be a puddle. 

Greyson breaks the kiss, resting his hands on my thighs. We're both breathing hard. 

"You're ok with this, right? You're not going to regret it tomorrow" he asks, sounding unsure for probably the first time ever. 

I search his eyes for something but I find nothing but genuinity. And it's surprisingly sweet. The more I let that thought linger in my head, the more dangerous it is. This is just a hook-up. It has to be. 

I shake my head. "No regrets" I tell him. This time I kiss him first, catching him off guard. He gives a sharp intake of breath against my mouth, but he kisses me back right away. 

I glide my hand over the back of his head, sliding my fingers through his hair. Greyson runs his hands up and down my thighs, circling his fingers when he gets close to my waist. 

It's agonizingly hot. 

He kisses me until we're both breathless and my heart is going a million miles an hour. 

"Too many layers" he mumbles against my mouth. I lift my arms in response and he chokes out a 'fuck' before lifting my crewneck above my head, taking it off. I'm only wearing a sports-bra underneath. His eyes roam my body and he runs his fingers down my sides, making me shiver. 

"Fuck you're sexy" he says, letting out a breath. His fingers stop at my belly button ring, playing with the flower pendant hanging from it. 

"Less talking, more action". I jump down from the counter, pushing him backwards by the stomach until his back hits the counter behind him.