Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
For some reason, hearing Grant refer to my very boring class made me hot for him again. He was so fucking thoughtful. “Mmhm, but it’s fine. It’ll be quick since I already know what I want the project to be. Don’t worry about it.”
He finished rubbing me down with the towel and started on himself. “If you need quiet time tomorrow to work on it—”
“I don’t,” I said quickly. “I promise. Besides, I’ve been looking forward to seeing what Cleo’s idea of robot-shaped cookies is.”
He followed me into the bedroom and hooked a finger in the waistband of my pajama pants, which dangled from the bedside lamp, where one of us had thrown them. He held them out to me with a wry smile that made me blush, but when I tried to grab them, he used them to haul me against him. “As much as I wish I could hold you naked against me like this all night…”
“…we might have visitors,” I finished, my voice hoarse.
He grinned, and we shared a look of perfect understanding.
It was moments like this, where the connection between us was so clear and palpable, that it was hard to remind myself it wasn’t real. Now that we’d been together, now that I’d let him take control of my body and bring me indescribable pleasure, it was nearly impossible.
After pulling on his own pajamas, Grant turned toward the bed… and flushed adorably. “This is a mess.”
He was right. The fitted sheet had popped off one corner of the mattress, and the flat sheet was a sweat-damp ball thrown off to one side.
“I don’t think I’ve ever…” He swallowed and blinked at me.
“Never trashed a bed during sex?” I teased, unable to stomach the feelings his sweet insecurity raised in me. “That can’t be right, Dr. Brighton.”
His blush deepened as he began to efficiently strip the bed. I grabbed a new set of sheets from the linen closet in the bathroom, and the two of us worked together wordlessly to finish the task.
At length, he said quietly, “It’s… different with men.”
I nodded slowly as I slipped a pillow into a fresh case. I didn’t want to startle him in case he was in the mood to open up to me. “Different bad or different good?”
He shrugged. “It’s not really a good or bad thing, but I…” Grant’s eyes flicked over to me before looking away again. “I liked it. With you. I… I like being able to…”
My heart felt like a blender on too high a setting. If I wasn’t careful, it was going to turn everything to a mushy pulp. “Being able to…?” I asked gently.
“Let go. Be a little rough. Not worry about…” His eyes flicked up again, but this time, they stayed on mine. “About what you’d think of me if I…” He let out a soft chuckle. “If I lose control.”
My chest pinched. I wanted to tell him he could let go with me anytime, but more than that, I wanted to tell him he should never be afraid of letting go in bed. If he was with a partner who didn’t like it, well then, he was with the wrong partner.
“I like it, too,” I said instead. “A lot.”
He smiled and reached for the fresh fitted sheet before unfurling it in the air between us. We continued to make the bed together, a strangely intimate moment of domesticity I liked a little too much.
Once the bed was made, we fell into it and naturally gravitated toward each other until I was pressed tightly against Grant with his fingers drawing light shapes along my back.
“Thank you for being here,” Grant said in a low voice. “In… in every way.”
I leaned up and pressed a kiss to the edge of his jaw. It wasn’t enough, so I moved my mouth and pressed another one to his chin, and then his cheek… and nose, and eyebrows, grateful that I got to live this moment. That I was able to kiss him as much as I liked. Before long, we were kissing each other with a hunger I’d never felt before. It made me nervous and excited all at once. Why did this feel so different with him than with anyone I’d ever been with?
Grant arched up into me, pressing his hard cock against my stomach. I wanted him again, only this time, I wanted more.
“Can I suck you off this time?” I breathed against his throat. “Please?”
I wanted to feel the heavy weight of him on my tongue, get to know the hot length of him, the taste of him.
The deep rumble of his laugh vibrated through my chest. “Has any man ever said no to that question?”
I moved down his chest, licking and sucking everywhere, learning the planes of his body and memorizing it all in case this was suddenly yanked away from me. It was still unclear to me what his intentions were long-term. Did he think this was only for the rest of the school year? Or longer? What would it take for him to consider something more? Something permanent?