Page 9 of The Naughty List
As soon as his tongue is against mine, I’m lost in the warm, arousal that rushes through my body like a tidal wave. I let out a soft hum as he squeezes me tighter. The kiss becomes intense, our tongues tangling in delicate friction, and our bodies struggle to be even closer to each other.
Finally, we pull away, both of us breathless and panting. My lips tingle from the coarse brush of his beard. Rather than look into his eyes and let him talk us out of this moment, I bury my face in his chest and wrap my arms around his waist.
Grant’s body is both hard and comfortable. He is built with thick muscle but there is a soft layer there as well, making it far too enticing to lose myself in his embrace.
“Don’t say anything,” I whisper.
“I won’t,” he answers, his lips gentle against the top of my head.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I tell him.
“Neither could I. I don’t like you being mad at me,” he says.
“I don’t like being mad at you.”
“Audrey,” he whispers as he puts a hand under my chin and pulls my face up. “Let me kiss you again.”
And really, how could I say no to that?
Grant
She tastes like cherries, which is ridiculous, but I want to taste every inch of her mouth. An electric current is running through my body as I kiss her, and it wins out against rational thought. In the middle of the night without a soul around, it doesn’t matter how we’re related or how old we are. It’s just me and this beautiful girl who has awoken a part of me that I never thought I would see again.
I had resigned to loneliness when I got divorced. I saw the rest of my life going by me in meaningless days where I devoted myself to work. The times between when the resort is open would be even worse, travel that means nothing when there’s no one sitting beside you to hold your hand as you watch the sun go down or remember the best moments with.
And now, after only one day, I’m starting to think I could find some happiness in this second half of my life. I may not be ready to retire this idea of love just yet.
I can’t have that with Audrey—that would be insane, but now I know this part of me isn’t dead, I can find it again.
But then I feel her soft hips in my hands and notice how perfectly she fits against my body, and it’s pretty unlikely I’ll find anything like this again, but it’s worth looking.
“Grant,” she whispers against my lips.
“Yeah?” I answer.
“Come to my room with me.”
A low growl hums through me, and it’s not intentional, just an involuntary reaction to the idea of sneaking into Audrey’s bedroom, undressing her, kissing every inch of her body, entering her.
Of course, it’s out of the question, but just the idea…
I’ll carry that idea with me for a long time.
Pulling our mouths apart, I look down at her. “Audrey, you know I can’t do that.”
Her shoulders sag. “Then, let’s go to your RV.”
I simply shake my head. “I shouldn’t be kissing you at all, but I can’t seem to help myself.” My fingers stroke her chin, running down her neck, where I lean down and place a soft kiss.
“No one has to know,” she whispers.
“But if they find out…”
“I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re worried about.”
That’s actually not what I was worried about, but now that she has me thinking about someone else having her, my jaw clenches. That’s clearly none of my business. Other men will have her, and none of them will be me, but the thought makes me want to act like some territorial gorilla.
I’ve only known this girl one day, and I want to imagine that she’s mine.