to let me help you. You have to talk to me about what’s going on inside here.” He carefully leaned forward and tapped on my temple. “You have to at least start by talking to me.”
“Fine,” I finally conceded. “It’s just us out here, after all.”
“That’s right. And when we get back to Los Angeles, you have to talk to someone who knows how to help you for real.” He paused again and then finished with, “A mental health professional.”
I shot up from the table with a protest forming on my tongue.
He must have predicted a reaction of the sort though, because he barely flinched. In fact, he calmly had another long drink of his juice as though we were discussing stock dividends from the Wall Street Journal while enjoying scones and jam.
“Grant!” I shouted. “Damn it!” If I was going to grandstand, I wanted a fucking audience while I did it.
“Hmmm?” He glanced to me sideways, glass still held aloft.
Sideways! Didn’t even turn and look at me straight on, as if he could barely care that I was flipping out just two feet from where he sat.
In a hasty decision, I darted my reach across the table to try to knock the damn orange juice out of his hand and get the attention I deserved. But he was quicker and saw my move coming. One quick snap of his wrist, and he caught my hand in his and held me with a firm grasp.
Well, at least that got him to set the glass down.
Shit. And prowl toward me. Still gripping my wrist.
A growling sound started down low in his throat before coming out in the form of his question. “What were you thinking just then?”
He towered over me by over a foot, and as I scampered back, he kept advancing, never once surrendering his hold on me. Finally, my back was pressed up against the sliding glass door that led back inside the boat, and I was trapped. I groaned but wasn’t sure why. The glass was cool from the air-conditioned space on the other side, compared to the balmy outside air licking across my skin. He moved in until his body was completely flush with mine and raised our clasped hands up over my head until my wrist met the cool glass too. I couldn’t take my eyes off the middle of his chest. His breaths were labored and determined, sawing in and out with mesmeric force.
Shiiit—shit! This was so good but so bad. I was so fucked right now.
Was he angry? Or excited, possibly? Because if I wasn’t mistaken, there was definitely the start of an erection pressing against me a bit farther south as well.
Grant leaned down until his lips brushed along the curve of my ear. He dragged his tempting mouth back and forth, agonizingly slow a few times before he finally rasped, “Are you testing me on purpose?”
“Graaant,” I moaned.
“Is that a yes, Blaze? Push and push and push until I finally snap and do something about this disrespectful mouth and bad attitude of yours?”
Dark lust paralyzed me while he slowly tugged my bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb and then let it snap back into place. I took in an audible breath at the same moment, realizing I’d been denying myself the much-needed oxygen.
“Waiting, baby.” He spread his fingers across my cheek. “Is that really what this has come to? Must I really discipline your filthy little mouth?”
Yes. Oh please…yes!
I almost said it. Yes, out loud. I yearned to. The acquiescence was a throb in my blood and a bubble in my throat. My vision was consumed by him. My breaths were filled with him. I was drowning in him, and it felt so good…
Until it didn’t.
Until a bizarre collection of instincts took over. Instincts? Or memories? I couldn’t tell. I was blocked from the sunshine. Locked away from the world. Trapped.
Trapped. Trapped!
“No.” I squirmed in his grip and got nowhere. “It’s a no! We can’t do this!”
Panic began to rise up at the feeling of being trapped, and those negative feelings battled with the pleasurable ones that had been driving the horny hormonal bus just a moment before.
He moved his face back, but only by an inch or two. Yep, the situation undoubtedly involved an erection. A firm, insistent cock that was causing me to want things I knew I shouldn’t want right now. I shook my head frantically as more confusion heaped onto the pile already swirling inside