“Stop,” I say, pressing my hands to his chest. His firm, solid chest. I whimper. “I mean it. You’ll think I’m an idiot.”
He smiles. Takes another bite of the melon. Juice rolls down his chin. All I can think is that I want to lean in and lick it off.
So that is exactly what I do. He growls in my ear. “I’ve wanted you since you were sixteen years old, do you know that?”
I eke out a moan. “I do now.”
He pulls me in for another kiss and this time, I see stars aligning and dreams coming true, and he lifts me up off the counter. “Is your bed made?”
I smile. “What do you think?”
“I think I like a girl who is a bit of a hot mess.”
“You really think you can handle girl like that? A girl like me?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long ass time, Georgie. You mean the goddamn world to me.”
I shake my head as we move to my bedroom. Or, as I like to call it, my disaster zone. Grady doesn’t balk at the mess. “I don’t get it,” I say, looking into his deep, dark eyes. “We’re opposites.”
“And opposites attract, right?” He smiles. “And to be honest, you’ve never seen my bedroom, Georgie.”
My eyes widen. “Is Mr. Perfect secretly a slob?”
He chuckles, dropping me on my bed. “I guess you’ll have to come over and find out for yourself.”
I lick my lips. “How about you come here first.”
Chapter Four
Grady
I want to know what she’s done — of course I do. But I also know that I love Georgina and nothing will keep me from having her if she’s willing. Wanting. Because God knows I’ve wanted her forever.
We pull off our pants. I tug my tee shirt off over my head.
Lying on her rumpled sheets in her white panties and white tank top, her eyelashes flutter. I’m scared for a moment that she might fly away. “I have to tell you something, Grady,” she whispers as I lie down next to her on the bed.
We lie face to face. I want to ravage her body, lick every inch of her skin the same way she ran her tongue over my chin, catching the juice of the watermelon.
I run a hand over her bare shoulder, my cock groaning as I take in her hard nipples under her tank top. Her tits are small and perky, the kind that don’t need a bra, perfect to hold in my hand. She’s got curvy hips and a heart-shaped face and curly blonde hair. I’m dying to push down her panties and see her pussy, to see how she grooms herself. My mind is on her pussy lips spread apart, but she’s looking at me with something else on her heart.
I pull my mind back to the present — to her. “What is it you need to tell me?”
“I’m… I’m… well, I’ve saved myself for this moment. For you, Grady.”
My cock is hard as steel and I grind my teeth to stop myself from inhaling her all at once. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods, her pink tongue licking her lips. “Your virgin, if you want me.”
I cup her face in my hands. “You’re all I want, Georgie. I’ve been thinking of this moment since that night in the hot tub, when we went to that cabin. When you wore that hot pink bikini, the game of truth or dare…”
Her eyes widen. “You remember?” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe Vance let me drink his tequila that night. You guys were drunk. I didn’t think you remembered anything.”
“I wasn’t drunk.”
Her eyes furrow. “You weren’t? You said you were too sick to play truth or dare. You left the hot tub when it was my turn…”
“I had to.”
“Why?” Georgie looks at me with those wide chocolate eyes of hers. I pull her closer, unable to stay away any longer.
“Because I didn’t trust myself, Georgie.” I roll on top of her, my cock hard and her legs spread. “You were too young. And I knew what would happen… I couldn’t let you give yourself to me when you’d been drinking.”
“I haven’t been drinking tonight,” she tells me. “And I’m older now.”
“So what would you have dared me to do, Georgie?”
She pushes down her panties, pulls off her tank — naked beneath me, beautiful in every single way. “I would have dared you to kiss me,” she says softly.