“There’s my caveman. I thought he had gone all civilized on me.”
“I would have thought last night proved that theory wrong,” he mutters, and my freaking ovaries actually flutter when I think about the dirty little things he did to me last night. I’ll never look at that showerhead in my bathroom the same way again. Not to mention the mirror in my bedroom.
“You might should let go of me because you’re going to get filthy,” I warn him, suddenly remembering I just changed oil in a Toyota.
“Maybe I want to get dirty with you,” he says, but lets me go. I turn around to look at him and it hits me again that this man likes me. I apparently switched into another universe at some point. I hope I don’t have to leave. This world is much better.
“Later, Romeo. I need pizza first.”
“I thought I could give you your first golf lesson.”
“Umm, you do know I don’t especially like the game, right? Though, if you want to go out to the mini-golf park, I am killer on that course. Especially the windmill hole at the end. I always manage to get in with just one stroke.”
“Impressive,” he jokes, but he’s reaching over and taking my shirt off. I halfheartedly try to stop him.
“The trick is to get the ball under the little bridge. Most people try to go over top, but it never works,” I tell him, wondering exactly how to get away with having sex in the middle of the day in the garage where customers—and not to mention Jackson—could walk in at any time.
“I will have to learn from your ways, oh wise one,” he mumbles, reaching around to undo my bra.
“Gray! We can’t do this here. Jackson—”
“Took his pizza and his six pack I brought him and went into the office.”
“But he could come in and there could be customers…”
“You need to learn to live a little, Cooper. Life is way too short not to enjoy yourself once in a while.”
“Enjoy myself?”
“And learn new things.”
“Like golf?”
“Exactly,” he says, dipping his finger into the oil I just drained into the container beside him.
“Umm, Gray? What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to give you your first lesson,” he says, trailing his finger between my breasts and down my stomach. The sensation of the oil is cool and a little slimy, but his finger on my body and the way his breath hits my skin has a way of putting me on edge and instantly making me need him. I’m quickly becoming addicted to anything he wants to give me.
“This line is like the fairway on a golf course.”
“A fairway?” I whisper as he moves the oil over my nipples.
“The fairway is the beautiful trail straight to the hole,” he explains, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down my hips.
“I don’t remember breasts and nipples on a golf course.”
“Those represent the small mounds on the course that can distract a driver.”
“Small mounds?” I ask, laughing.
“Well, I thought huge jugs didn’t sound as classy.”
“We can’t have that,” I tell him, letting my fingers move into his hair as he leans down on his knees in front of me.
“Now I’m going to tell you the secret to golf, sweet lips,” Gray says, kissing my thighs.
“What’s that?” I whimper, willing my legs to remain strong as I feel his breath so close to where I want his mouth the most.
“Every man wants a hole in one,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue along the inside of one of my thighs.
“Gray…” I whimper, my body thrusting towards him, needing more than what he’s giving me. “I don’t think that’s a big secret.”
“True, but I’m going to tell you exactly how to get it.”
“You are?”
I gasp as his hands move back to my ass and I feel him place a gentle, sweet kiss at the top of my pussy. My fingers tighten in his hair as I pull him closer, wanting to feel his tongue on my clit. I need the sensation I get when his entire face moves between my legs. I need so much more than what I’m getting and it frustrates me.
“You have to become one with the hole, meld with it.”
“Gray!” I cry as I feel him flatten his tongue and part the lips of my pussy, letting it drag against the sensitive skin there.
“That hole has to become all you think of. You can’t let anything distract you from driving inside of it,” he tells me.
“Baby, please. I need you to…”