Page 165 of Just for the Cameras
It’s all I keep thinking about.
I couldn’t imagine living his life with his circumstances. Losing his mom, being raised by a nanny because his father really didn’t want much to do with him. Only for the same father to turn around and stake a claim when Graydon finally made it in football.
Disgusting.
And don’t get me started on how he spends his Sundays. To even think about it makes me feel ill, sad…hopeless.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his hand tightening on my thigh.
“You,” I answer.
“What about me?”
“How the scruff on your jaw seems to be growing thicker by the hour,” I answer, not wanting to bring up his past again because it was clear just how much it hurts him to talk about. And that’s not what I want to do while I have this time with him.
“Curious how it feels between your legs?”
My entire body heats at the thought of it.
“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.”
He chuckles, and it’s such a beautiful sound. A low rumble in his chest tumbles through me, warming me up from the inside out. “Why don’t you just ask, then?”
I continue to drag my finger over his jaw as I say, “You realize that I’ve never asked for something like that, right? Completely out of my comfort zone.”
He nuzzles his nose against my neck as he whispers, “Says the girl who told me to come on her ass.”
My cheeks flame while goose bumps spread over my skin at the feel of his mouth traveling over my neck.
“Are you sure I said that?”
He chuckles again. “Positive. It’s been ingrained in my brain.”
His hand coyly slides under my shirt. “Doesn’t sound like me.”
Come on my ass, Graydon. Claim me.I’m still in shock I said that, but I’ve simply never felt so turned on, so gloriously sexy, in my life.
“Trust me, beautiful, it was you.”
With one finger, he turns my head toward his, and he kisses me, his lips parting casually, not a sense of urgency anywhere as he explores my mouth all over again.
And I sink into his touch, into the way he claims me with such a possessive hold on me. I turn toward him, straddling his lap, letting my body sink over his just as my phone starts to ring.
I pause, glancing over at the phone on the coffee table, and when I see Hank’s name flash over the screen, I know I have to answer.
“It’s Hank,” I say.
Graydon’s expression grows dark. “So?”
“So I should answer it, or he’ll keep calling.”
“Okay, so answer it and tell him he needs to get a life.”
“Graydon…”
“Fine, I can.” He reaches for the phone, but I stop him and pick up thephone myself. I climb off his lap and move toward the center of the living room with Graydon’s dark gaze on me the entire time.
“Hello?”
