Maya…my God. I’ve thought about touching you like this for so long.”
“I’ve thought about it too.” I can feel his hard body—actually, everything hard about him—pressing into me.
“Maya,” he whispers. “Once we do this, though, we can’t go back. Our friendship won’t be the same.”
“I think we realized there was no going back a long time ago. It’s just I didn’t have the balls to do this yet. Now, I do.”
His hips arch into me, and mine do the same. He fists a clump of my hair and I moan as his lips find mine again. His huge hands handle my hips, and I can’t help but gyrate up and into him.
When Grant pulls back, his face is more serious than smiling. His lips are parted, and he’s breathing hard. We’re just partway out of the shower stream so that the hot water runs on our legs. He looks at me as though he’s a starving hunter who hasn’t come across good prey for weeks or months.
My body coils with a mix of desperation, need, horniness, and awe.
Call it a gut feeling. Call it intuition, but as he slowly runs his hand up my side, starting at my hip and landing it on my upper back, I know deep in my heart that what’s about to happen isn’t going to be anything ordinary. Even though part of my mind reasons this is just my friend Grant, another part tells me my current reality of what Grant is capable of is about to get blown to shreds.
And I don’t care anymore. I need the release Grant can give to me.
I shake as Grant runs a single finger down the front of my slick chest the same way I imagine a killer runs his hand over his victim before he’s about to commit a heinous crime.
I find my resolve and remember that I’m Maya freaking Waters, and out of anyone, he is probably going to have some mild crimes committed against him tonight.
Well, depending on how deep my back scratches penetrate.
I close my eyes and slide my hand down his front until I feel his hot flesh in my hand.
“You’re so hard, Grant,” I whisper.
“You’re so wet.”
“Well, we are in a shower.” I bite my lower lip. Grant throws his head back in laughter, and I continue. “Although, you’ve got me drenched literally everywhere.”
I curl my hips into him, a desperate plea for release.
He cups my cheek. “Once we do this, you’re mine, Maya. Do you think you can handle that? Can you handle being mine for the ravaging?”
“Yes. Please. I’m ready.”
Grant’s hand slides between my legs. “I’m so ready too.”
“Can I tell you something?” I moan.
He nods, and I lean in. “I’ve been ready since the moment I first met you.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His finger runs over my clit. Staring me down, he circles my nub in a pattern that makes bolts of pleasure thunder through my entire body. “You’re beautiful, baby. In case I’ve never told you, you’re the only girl I can imagine taking an adventure trip to a museum, have deep discussions with about art, and then dirty talking with you in a bar so much so that I wonder if you came just from my words.”
“I didn’t,” I whisper. “I wanted to, though. And I woke up thinking about what it would have been like if you would have touched me.”
“Jesus, that’s hot. I woke up thinking about it, too. Everything seems so natural with you, gorgeous.”
I grin goofily. Only Grant can give a goofy compliment like that…and make me even more wet.
He kisses my neck and goosebumps are freaking everywhere.
He pulls away from me and holds my chin. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s play a fun game starting now, for the rest of the term, called, ‘Guess what I’m going to do next’.”
“Or maybe you should try to guess what I’m going to do.” I grin. “I have a feeling with all of the little fantasies I’ve dreamed up with you, Grant, we could have quite a fun time.
I slide my hand down his abs and onto his cock, and a shiver rolls through my entire body.
“No,” he groans.
“Although, damn, you feel good touching me like that. Remember how I talked about licking you in the bar, and you told me I was all cloud talk, like we were just playing pretend?”
“Yes,” I mewl. “But, Grant, I want to…”
He covers my mouth with his big hand.
“I’ve been waiting since I met you to taste you. I’m