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who you are and that we’re related. I hate that girl for ever
mentioning it. I hate her!”
“Why do you care so much anyway? We’re not
blood related.”
“They don’t know that. We both have dark
hair and eyes, and both share the same last name.”
“Yeah, and that’s the end of the world,” he
said sarcastically, and when she pushed him away, not thrilled with
his light humor, he spun on his heel back toward the door. “Fine.
I’m leaving before we fight again. See you tonight at seven.”
“Another party?”
“Yeah, but who cares. Later.”
PAIGE ARRIVED EARLY, ONLY because she knew
Grayson was in no mood for her to be difficult. She was trying not
to upset him, and striving hard to make them work. She just didn’t
know how to fix their problems, not if he wasn’t asking to date
her. She wished he’d simply demand his desires, as he did in bed,
and she’d deal with it, even if all he wanted was to fool around.
She certainly wasn’t about to give up their amazing sex anytime
soon.
She thought his growly temper would be
haunting her all night, but when she got to his dorm, he was
waiting outside for her and looking pleased to see her. But then
she was wearing a tiny, jean skirt and a pink shirt that dipped low
enough he could see her black lace bra and ample cleavage. Grayson
was a hot blooded man, and seeing so much of her skin always made
him strive to great lengths to get her naked, including putting
their jealousy on hold, which was the point of her attire. No
matter what happened that night, she wanted him to take her home
and stop along some dusty, out-of-the-way hill to discover she wore
no panties.
“Hey you.”
“Hey.” She looked down to her hand because
Grayson chose to take it, when she met him on the top step. She
glanced at a group of smokers a few feet away, but despite Grayson
noticing her discomfort he tightened his grip. “What are you
doing?”
“I’m waiting for you. We’re going
upstairs.”
“No I mean,” she glanced at his locked
fingers, “ that .”
“You said I can have whatever I want. You
promised. I’m making it happen. Get over it.” He grinned, and
shrugged a shoulder as if their public display was no big deal.
She tried shaking his hand away, and
whispered, “Gray, seriously. That girl is in my calculus class. Let
go.” She once again attempted to make him release his possessive
grip, but he wouldn’t.
“You promised, Paige. I get what I want, and
this is it. We’re coming out of the closet. We’re publically
dating.” He grinned. “I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re
all mine—have been for months.”
“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” she
asked in a hushed whisper. She tugged his arm to move him away from
the onlookers, but he only followed to take a few long strides
until she was backed against the wall.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, and took
another step toward her until his lips were so close, she swore
he’d kiss her—right out in the open. She wasn’t mistaken.
He brought his mouth to her earlobe, and
licked just under her diamond stud. He knew how teasing caresses
along her neck, kisses on her jaw, and hot breaths filling her
canal made her panties wet within seconds. She swore she could
orgasm simply by him licking her throat if he lingered long
enough.
Grayson then breathed out while he traced
his mouth along the arch of her ear before circling down to his
starting point. “I dare you to tell me you don’t want me. Tell me
you have no desire to date me Paige,” he sent his hot breath down
her neck as he demanded her to fess up if she wasn’t
interested.
“No, I do,” she said quickly, sounding
breathless by his daring. There was a shocked gasp by some of the
people nearby and she flushed pink. She pinched her eyes closed,
wishing to hide.
“Then what’s wrong?” He lightly brushed his
lips along her cheek, nearing her mouth. She wished he’d stop or
could halt him, but she
who you are and that we’re related. I hate that girl for ever
mentioning it. I hate her!”
“Why do you care so much anyway? We’re not
blood related.”
“They don’t know that. We both have dark
hair and eyes, and both share the same last name.”
“Yeah, and that’s the end of the world,” he
said sarcastically, and when she pushed him away, not thrilled with
his light humor, he spun on his heel back toward the door. “Fine.
I’m leaving before we fight again. See you tonight at seven.”
“Another party?”
“Yeah, but who cares. Later.”
PAIGE ARRIVED EARLY, ONLY because she knew
Grayson was in no mood for her to be difficult. She was trying not
to upset him, and striving hard to make them work. She just didn’t
know how to fix their problems, not if he wasn’t asking to date
her. She wished he’d simply demand his desires, as he did in bed,
and she’d deal with it, even if all he wanted was to fool around.
She certainly wasn’t about to give up their amazing sex anytime
soon.
She thought his growly temper would be
haunting her all night, but when she got to his dorm, he was
waiting outside for her and looking pleased to see her. But then
she was wearing a tiny, jean skirt and a pink shirt that dipped low
enough he could see her black lace bra and ample cleavage. Grayson
was a hot blooded man, and seeing so much of her skin always made
him strive to great lengths to get her naked, including putting
their jealousy on hold, which was the point of her attire. No
matter what happened that night, she wanted him to take her home
and stop along some dusty, out-of-the-way hill to discover she wore
no panties.
“Hey you.”
“Hey.” She looked down to her hand because
Grayson chose to take it, when she met him on the top step. She
glanced at a group of smokers a few feet away, but despite Grayson
noticing her discomfort he tightened his grip. “What are you
doing?”
“I’m waiting for you. We’re going
upstairs.”
“No I mean,” she glanced at his locked
fingers, “ that .”
“You said I can have whatever I want. You
promised. I’m making it happen. Get over it.” He grinned, and
shrugged a shoulder as if their public display was no big deal.
She tried shaking his hand away, and
whispered, “Gray, seriously. That girl is in my calculus class. Let
go.” She once again attempted to make him release his possessive
grip, but he wouldn’t.
“You promised, Paige. I get what I want, and
this is it. We’re coming out of the closet. We’re publically
dating.” He grinned. “I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re
all mine—have been for months.”
“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” she
asked in a hushed whisper. She tugged his arm to move him away from
the onlookers, but he only followed to take a few long strides
until she was backed against the wall.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, and took
another step toward her until his lips were so close, she swore
he’d kiss her—right out in the open. She wasn’t mistaken.
He brought his mouth to her earlobe, and
licked just under her diamond stud. He knew how teasing caresses
along her neck, kisses on her jaw, and hot breaths filling her
canal made her panties wet within seconds. She swore she could
orgasm simply by him licking her throat if he lingered long
enough.
Grayson then breathed out while he traced
his mouth along the arch of her ear before circling down to his
starting point. “I dare you to tell me you don’t want me. Tell me
you have no desire to date me Paige,” he sent his hot breath down
her neck as he demanded her to fess up if she wasn’t
interested.
“No, I do,” she said quickly, sounding
breathless by his daring. There was a shocked gasp by some of the
people nearby and she flushed pink. She pinched her eyes closed,
wishing to hide.
“Then what’s wrong?” He lightly brushed his
lips along her cheek, nearing her mouth. She wished he’d stop or
could halt him, but she
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