“Meg.” He said my name again with a slow drawl, I could hear the smile in his voice and I smiled back, suddenly happy.
“What are you doing in here?” I snapped, not really angry, but not wanting him to know I’d just been fantasizing about him in here with me.
“I came to see you, of course.”
“How’d you know I was in here?”
“Logical deduction.” I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was on the other side of the shower curtain. All he had to do was push it aside and he would see me here, naked and wet, waiting for him.
“You’re Einstein, then? That was a very accurate deduction.”
“Does it sound better or worse if I say I followed you here?”
“What?” My heart started pounding.
“I was coming to see you in your room, but then I saw you leaving and going to the study room. I was going to talk to you then, but saw you hurrying in here. I debated with myself about coming in.”
“You came to my room?” I knew I sounded shocked.
“Well, I was coming. Never made it, since I saw you leave.”
“Why were you coming to my room?”
“Do you really want to know?”
I shivered as I listened to him so close, yet so far. I nodded at his words, but then remembered that he couldn’t see me. “Yes.” I said simply.
“How badly do you want to know?” His voice was soft and I swallowed. I knew what he meant.
“I want to know.” I whispered back and I held my hands over my br**sts as he drew the curtain back and stepped towards me.
“Hey.” He smiled at me and then laughed as his saw my hands trying to cover my nakedness from him.
“Hey.” I didn’t smile back.
“Showering?” He took another step towards me and I stared at him with wide eyes.
“Your clothes are going to get wet.” I mumbled as he walked into the shower with me, fully dressed.
“Would you rather I joined you naked?” He smirked and I shivered. His eyes narrowed as he stared at my body and he walked closer to me, until he was right in front of me and water was pouring down on him as well. “I guess I can have a clothed shower.”
“You still have your shoes on.” I looked down at his feet. “You can take those off.”
“Thank you.” He laughed and bent down and untied his shoes. I watched as he threw them to the side and took off his socks. He looked back at me and winked. “There you go, ma’am.” His face was plastered with water and the front of his hair was sticking to his forehead. I reached up and brushed it away, not thinking about my nakedness anymore. He immediately took one more step towards me and I felt his soaking wet shirt against my ni**les.
“Do you always like showering in the dark?”
“No.” I shook my head and froze as I heard a sound. “You need to leave.” I whispered.
“Why?” His hands rested on my shoulders.
“What if someone comes in here?” I was breathless as his hands started massaging me.
“So what?” He shrugged and bit down on my shoulder. I let out a small yelp and he laughed. “I don’t care.” He mumbled and kissed up my neck. My hands flew to his hair and his chest crushed into me as he nibbled his way up to my ear lobe.
“Greyson.” I moaned as his tongue darted in my ear.
“Yes, Meg?” he whispered in my ear as his right hand fell to my breast. I looked into his eyes and groaned before pressing my lips against his. This wasn’t the moment for me to play games. I didn’t want to be hard to get. This was my fantasy coming true and I didn’t want it to stop. I kissed Greyson passionately. My body was on fire and this time it wasn’t due to the temperature of the water. My hands left his hair and worked their way towards his shirt. My fingers pressed against his chest, and I melted as I felt his toned body beneath them. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and my fingers flew to his naked and wet chest, running along his pecs and the silky patches of hair covering them. I pulled his shirtsleeves down and then ripped his shirt away from his wet body and let it fall to the ground. I went to work on his pants then, unbuckling his belt quickly and unzipping him efficiently. I pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them deftly. I stood back up and stared at his body. The only thing separating us from being completely naked together was his black briefs. I stared at the front of him and tried to ignore the fact that his c**k was hard and standing to attention. My brain was able to force my eyes to look away, but my hands acted on their own accord and reached down and held him gingerly.
I heard Greyson take a sharp breath and he pushed himself hard into my hands. I slipped my fingers into his briefs and reached down to grab him with my bare hands. He groaned then, a loud guttural sound that turned me on even more than I was already. I grasped him eagerly, feeling brazen and confident in our mutual attraction. Greyson may not do relationships, but I knew for a fact that he was attracted to me. Even if there was another reason behind his interactions with me, I knew he wasn’t faking his attraction to me. Greyson was as physically attracted to me as I was to him. I knew that that didn’t really mean anything. Sex was a base animal instinct at the end of the day, but it still made me feel proud and confident, knowing that a man as attractive and dynamic as Greyson was interested in me.
“Don’t go playing with fire.” Greyson slammed me back into the wall and growled.
“I’m not. Fire came to play with me.”
“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” He sounded pleased.
“I’ve never been a bad girl before.” I whispered as my hand went up and down his member.
“Really?” His hand slipped in between my legs easily, gliding smoothly to my pu**y as his fingers sailed on the water drops and then started playing with me.
“Really!” I breathed hard as my knees buckled. His strong arms held me up and I stared up at him with a small smile of thanks.
“For once, I think I believe you.” He chuckled and his mouth fell to my breast. His mouth suckled on my breast and I moaned. The feel of his body next to mine and the water crashing down on us had my nerve endings on high alert. Ever fiber of my body was feeling every sensation running through me.
“What does that mean?” I blinked at him. “You think I’ve lied to you before?”
“No.” He muttered, his teeth tugging on my nipple gently. “Other women play games and pretend they’re something they’re not. They’re lying to me and to themselves. It annoys me. But I don’t think you’re lying. I think you’re a good girl turning bad.”