“Your doubts, then.”
“What is this, Gray?” I ask him, needing it defined. I want to know what he’s thinking, where he sees this going. I want to have no surprises.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t do great in relationships. I don’t know how to…” How do I explain to him that I don’t trust people? How do I tell him that I’ve never had a real relationship? He really would think I’m a freak if I told him exactly how much I feel out of my depth right now.
“Why do we have to label anything? One day at a time, Cooper,” he says, his face going soft as he walks towards me. “Let’s just see what happens.”
“What are you doing?” I ask him unnecessarily when he comes up to me and cups the side of my face, pulling my lips to his.
“Kissing you and then, with any luck, kissing you some more.”
“Until…”
“Until we’re not kissing and we’re doing so much more.”
“Aren’t you hungry? I have the food ready to fix, and…” I’m rattling on nervously, but he stops me with just a faint touch of our lips.
“I’m hungry, but not for food.”
“Gray…”
“Are you with me?”
I look into his eyes, finding them so deep and intense. Am I? Why am I so nervous? I’ve withstood bigger storms in my life than Gray Lucas, right? If this all blows up, then it will be my shame alone and I’ll just go on. If it doesn’t, then could what started off as a one-night stand become something… more?
“I’m with you,” I whisper, making my decision and throwing caution out the door. Banger would either kill me or be proud.
“Thank fuck,” he groans, putting his hands under my ass and pulling me up his body. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders.
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to tell me which way is your bedroom, and if you don’t hurry, then I’m going to fuck you against the wall because that’s how much I need you right now.”
“First door on your left down the hall,” I tell him, grinning.
I guess food will have to wait.
My patience is almost at an end and I don’t want to scare her by acting like a Neanderthal, but there’s no way I can stop it. I’m usually smooth with women, but CC is unlike any woman I’ve ever known. Hell, her effect on me is unlike any before her. She lights a fire inside my blood and whenever she’s near, I can feel it burning.
I devour her lips as we make it to the door of her room. I kick open her door and it slams against the inside wall, bounces back enough that I have to push against it again as we cross the threshold. The bed is just about five feet in front of me, but that’s five feet too much. I turn and push her against the wall. For a second I gain my sanity enough to worry I’ve hurt her, but she’s busy pulling my shirt up my body. I alternate bracing her body with one hand and letting the wall support her while I get the damn thing off, grinning as she throws the shirt to the floor.
“So much better,” she breathes. “God, I love your body.”
“It’s all the swinging and driving balls into holes,” I tell her.
She lightly runs her nails on the middle of my chest, playing with the fine line of hair I have there, then stops to look up at me. She’s laughing, her eyes shining, her lips in a full smile that pull apart as the laughter bursts out.
“Maybe I’m starting to gain a new appreciation for golf.”
“Hold tight baby and I’ll make sure you do.”
Her hands move up my body slowly and link behind my neck. “I’m holding,” she whispers right before she brings her lips back to mine. I capture them, sucking on them, moaning at the burst of flavor that hits my tongue—strawberries from her lip gloss, and a sweetness in flavor that reminds me of sugar and candy. It’s a taste I associate solely with CC now, a taste that has become my one addiction.
A taste I have to get more of.
Her tongue wraps around mine, mating with it and feeling so perfect that I groan. Never. Never has a woman got to me the way that CC continually does. That means something, I’m sure, but right now, I don’t have the energy or the spare brain cells to think about it.
“We need you out of these damned clothes,” I mutter when we break away and I finally drag air back into my lungs. She grins at me, her hands going to unbutton her pants.