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“Take that,” he says, tweaking my nose.
“You...argh!” I duck and barely evade.
He freaking cackles with evil glee. “Oh yeah, I own this like a patronus, baby.”
The words kind of hover like a bad stink, as our gazes clash, and we both pause.
“You,” I gasp through a laugh. “Are such a nerd.”
“That was boss and you”—he snorts—“know it.”
“Nee-rrd.”
I don’t even see Gray move, he’s so fast. One moment I’m singing out my disdain, the next his beefy arms are around my waist, and he’s bringing me down. He controls the fall, taking the impact and sheltering me from banging into the floor. But we still land in a tangle of limbs and laughter.
“Silly girl.” His grin is wide. “You fell victim to one of the most classic blunders.”
Weakened, I let my head rest against the hard swell of his biceps as I quote The Princess Bride back to him. “Never get involved in a land war in Asia?”
Slowly he shakes his head, and his golden hair falls over his brow. “Nope.”
“Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line?”
Gently, I flick the lock of hair back.
He watches me do it, but his smile doesn’t falter. It grows as he leans in close.
He takes my air with his proximity. Suddenly I’m aware of Gray all around me: the massive wall of his chest pressing into mine; the thick swell of his thigh resting on my legs.
He’s warm, strong, and alive. He doesn’t move, just studies my lips as if he’s never seen them before. The soft heat of his breath tickles my nose, his lips near enough to brush my own. For a moment we simply exchange air, and my head grows light, my body heavy and languid.
The heat within me surges. I want to close that distance. I want to know what he tastes like.
“Gray.” Panic mixed with urgency has me breathless.
“Mmm?” he asks absently, his gaze somnolent.
And then I feel it: the length of his cock growing heavy and hard against my thigh.
“What...?” I take a short breath, and our lips almost brush.
Gray makes a sound deep in his throat. He’s gone so tight that tension vibrates along his frame.
Think, damn it. Friendship good. Kissing bad.
“What is the most classic blunder?” I ask in a haze.
His long lashes sweep down on a slow, dazed blink. “I don’t know,” he whispers. “I forgot where I was going with that.”
Our eyes meet, his such a deep, true blue that I can’t think straight. I should stop this, lighten the mood, fucking get my head together. But he feels so good, the wall of his chest against my breasts making them sweetly ache.
He trembles, his eyes closing, as if he can’t concentrate either. As if he might dip his head and brush those gorgeous lips of his over mine.
“What in the hell are you doing, Grayson?” snaps the distinct voice of my father.
It has the effect of a gunshot. Gray leaps up with such speed that it takes my breath in a sharp whoosh.
The next instant, he’s got my wrist and pulls me up so quickly that I practically fly. Jesus, but his strength is impressive.
