Secrets & Lies

39| Sweet Talk

"So which room are you staying in?"

"What do you mean?" Grant asked from the shower.

I checked my reflection in the mirror after I finished wiping the shaving cream from my face. "My mom was never the share-the-same-bed-before-marriage type."

There was a moment of silence. "Are you asking me to marry you?"

"What? No!" I wheeled around so fast, I was surprised I didn't slip and fall.

Grant peeled back the shower curtain and grinned. "I'm just fucking with you." I flipped him off and he disappeared back into the shower. "Go look on the floor by your dresser."

I tightened the towel around my waist as I went to see what Grant was talking about. As soon as my eyes landed on the spot, I couldn't help but smile. His duffle bag. I wasn't surprised that I missed it last night. After we had that big emotional talk, we spend the rest of the night in bed. Naked.

I walked back into the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain back. I made sure to keep my eyes on his handsome face. If I looked at his body, I would just end up back in that shower with him. And if that happened-again-we would never make it downstairs for brunch.

"You're staying in my room," I said with satisfaction.

He grinned back at me, his wet hair slicked back and soap subs covering his neck and shoulders. He looked fucking good. "I am. Believe it or not, you're mother actually insisted on it. That okay with you?"

Unable to help myself, I leaned forward and captured his lips. "More than okay," I breathed.

When I went to pull away, Grant wrapped his hand around my neck and deepened the kiss. Fuck. Was this the way it was going to be from now on? We could barely keep our hands off of each other. I fucking loved it.

I suddenly heard someone knocking at my bedroom door. I ignored it. Instead of answering, I reached out and wrapped my hand around Grant's hard length. His body went tight lie a bow string—his hips shooting forward and his head falling back.

"Fuck...Logan," he moaned. I ran my lips over his chest, kissing as much of his skin as possible. There was more knocking. I didn't care. When I stroked him faster, I knew he was getting close. And I wasn't planning on stopping. Whoever was at the door could fucking wait. Unfortunately, Grant didn't agree.

"Stop," he gasped and grabbed my wrist. His voice was low and gravelly. "You better get the door."

"I rather get you."

I went to kneel in front him—you know, so I could have that hard dick between my lips—and he stopped me again. He cupped the side of my face and gave me a hard kiss. "You can have me after you get the door. Then after brunch." He ran his lips over mine. "Then after that." Another stroke of his lips against mine. "Then again after that. I'm all yours"

He pulled back from me and nodded his head in the direction of the knocking. "Go answer the door before whoever it is walks in and catches us."

"Fine," I growled and took a step back. "I'll be right back." I started out of the bathroom and paused when I got to the door. I shot Grant a heated look over my shoulder. "Stay naked."

If I had it my way, he would be naked every goddamn minute of every single day. But that might end up with one, or both, of us in jail. Yeah, I'm good. Once more I tightened the towel around my waist. If I had pants on, then whoever was at the door was going to see my very noticeable erection. It was probably noticeable with this damn towel. Oh, well. I just wanted to get this over with and get back to Grant.