Things Liars Say (#ThreeLittleLies #1)(31)

One by one, I pluck the buttons free, and when I’m done, I splay my hands over her smooth back, running them up her spine before brushing her hair aside and pressing my mouth against her skin. Pushing the sleeves of the sheer fabric down her arms, my lips kiss a trail down the tantalizing column of her neck.

Grey shivers, lolling her head to the side with a loud, labored moan as her dress lands in a pile of crinoline and lace at her feet. I take her hand, and she steps out of it, leaving it in a lacy puddle.

Her hazy eyes watch me intensely as I kneel and bend her knee. Unbuckling the straps of her sexy nude heels, I slip them off one at a time, then run my hands up her smooth leg, planting a kiss on the inside of her arched thigh.

I trace a path of kisses up her leg, running my hands up her lean torso. She’s standing in only a white pair of lacy underwear and a strapless white bra; one that pushes her sexy tits together until they threaten to spill over the edge of the cups.

It pains me, but I stand, releasing her so she can use the bathroom.

She cups my chin in her palm. “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Not in a million f*cking years.”

This earns me another kiss, and a second later I get to watch her retreating, toned ass sashaying towards the bathroom.

Sexy as hell.

Biting back a groan, I set to removing my own shoes, followed by my socks, tie, and belt, draping them over the single chair in the room. I untuck my black dress shirt, plucking the buttons opens and letting it hang open.

I heft Greyson’s small suitcase up onto the dresser so she won’t have to struggle with it later, before removing the cell phone from my pocket and checking it for messages.

There are four text notifications.





Mason: Thunder cunt. I sure-as-shit hope this chick is worth the shit storm coming your way. We got our asses handed to us tonight, no thanks to you.

Aaron: Hey condom breath, you’re f*cking your stalker right now, aren’t you, *? I want all the nasty dirty details.

Aaron: Sorry. That was really out of line. Don’t listen to me. I’m totally shit-faced and probably a little jealous.

Tabitha: Hey little brother. How’s it going so far? Did Greyson like the tie? GOOD LUCK TONIGHT! She is one lucky girl!





The text from my sister is the only one that makes me smile—the others make me scowl—so I shoot Tabitha a reply.





Me: Night went great. You were right about the tie. She loved it. Says to thank you.





Then, knowing there’s only one way to get her to leave me alone, I add more.





Me: Stop texting. Speaking of lucky, I’m about to get laid—her words, not mine.





My sister immediately replies.





Tabitha: You’re disgusting.

Me: Whatever.





I smirk, hitting SEND before powering my phone down and tossing it on the dresser next to my wallet and car keys.

I’m standing in the middle of the hotel room when the bathroom door opens, and Grey emerges wrapped in a fluffy white hotel robe, fresh-faced and glowing, her face free of makeup. Her lips are still stained from her deeply pigmented lipstick. She’s removed the pins from her hair; it cascades down her back in loose waves created by the braid.

She’s so un-f*cking-believably gorgeous.

I try to say something, but no words come out. I’m crazy for this girl.

Grey’s hazel eyes widen as she purposefully strides towards me on a mission, eyes on the exposed skin under my unbuttoned shirt. My body goes ramrod straight, and I inhale sharply with breathless anticipation as her smooth palms connect with the planes of my bare chest, fanning out over my pec muscles under my open dress shirt. Unable to prevent myself from flexing, my pecs contract beneath her roaming fingers, and I watch her face, transfixed as her pupil’s dilate.

“Your turn. Go clean up and… come to bed,” she whispers huskily as her fingertips skim, feather light, over my shoulders and push the black shirt down my arms, over my biceps, until it joins her dress.

Greyson parts her lips.

Her tongue darts out to moisten them.

The shirt drifts silently to the floor. My nipples harden under her soothing touch, and I fight the urge to moan.

Come to bed. Come to bed. Come to bed. Jesus. Do three sexier words even exist in the English language? If so, I sure as shit haven’t heard them.

I nod incoherently, my head dipping up and down like a bobble head, putty in her hands. Right now I would literally do anything this girl asked me to.

Anything.

Once inside the bathroom, I make quick work of taking a piss, washing my face, and brushing my teeth. Several sexy, dark burgundy lip prints line my jaw.

I leave them.

Taking a deep breath, I open the bathroom door with a shaking hand.





Greyson





I’m not nervous.

Nope, not one bit.

I hear the sink running in the bathroom, and I glance at myself in the mirror above the dresser before unzipping the purple suitcase Cal has thoughtfully removed from the floor for me.

Loosening the belt of the hotel robe, I slide it low on my shoulders and take a few deep cleansing breaths to compose myself and calm my racing heart as I continue to study my reflection; color high, my eyes are bright and slightly wild. Aroused.