Page 46 of Yours, Always
“Because the night of my concussion I finally had you, Pru. In my bed. To myself. I never wanted to fully admit it, but you have no clue how many nights I’ve lain in bed in L.A. dreaming of that exact scenario. Without the head trauma, obviously.” Greyson rubbed his shoulder where he’d been punched twice. “I came home, wanting to pour my heart out to you, but you were with Chuck and I’mnota homewrecker. I had this dumb idea that I’d pretend it didn’t happen. What was I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know, maybe acknowledge what we did, then fight for me? After what you said to me, you led me to believe that we might finally be more than just friends.” Prudence took a step back. “Then you didn’t remember, and I tried not to be mortified about it.”
Greyson reached out and clasped her hand. “You’re right, I was an ass,” he said plainly, shrugging his shoulders. “I admit that I chickened out. I felt like I needed to re-group, figure out what to do. It was easier to pretend I didn’t remember than it was to tell you everything then. I didn’t expect to be in that position so soon, especially after knowing about you and Chuck. I should’ve woken up the next morning and fought for you. I should’ve told you that I wasn’t going to leave Amber Falls without making you mine, and I didn’t care what Chuck was going to do about it.”
“Damn right you should have.” Prudence squeezed his hand, her anger starting to fall away, amazed at how easy it was to forgive Greyson. “Believe it or not, Annabelle helped set this up so I could come here and remind you what happened. I was ready to fight for you, too, Grey.”
“This is exactly the kind of convoluted plan Annabelle would hatch.” He grabbed her other hand, pulling her gently toward him. “You should’ve just come back over. We would’ve had a more private make up.”
Prudence shook her head at that. “Mrs. Crenshaw. Everyone would know. It had to be here.” She stopped for a moment then said quietly, “I think I’ve been wanting this since at least high school. I never let myself even imagine it until college, though, and by then we were on such different paths.”
“High school? I think it was junior high for me.”
“Seriously?”
“It was that first dance in seventh grade.”
“You’re joking! I wore that purple dress… I felt like Barney, the dinosaur.”
“You’ve always been perfect to me, Pru. Purple is still my favorite color.”
Greyson closed the distance between them, he reached his arms around her waist, his lips finding hers. Prudence groaned and opened her mouth for him, and he slid his tongue against hers. They slowly backed up until they were against a maze wall, Greyson’s hands drifting to settle on her bottom, pulling her close. It was perfect.
“Oh, God, you taste like pumpkin spice,” he murmured, breaking the kiss, and trailing his lips down her neck.
Prudence slowly rubbed against Greyson’s rapidly growing erection, desperately wanting to touch every inch of him. Just as she captured his lips again, she heard the voice of the lead volunteer officially opening the maze for the Fall Festival.
“Wait!” She pulled away and ran to the bales that she and Annabelle had used to block the exit. “Help me move these out of the way.”
To his credit, Greyson didn’t question her until after they’d unblocked the path.
“So, this was all to keep me in the maze until you had your way with me?”
“Well, I was hoping I’d have had a bit more time to fully explore with you, but I’ll take what I can get.”
Greyson pulled her into a small alcove, covering her mouth with a searing kiss, holding her hard against him. He let go, breathing heavily. “Just wait until I get you alone later, Prudence. I plan to fully explore every inch of you.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the maze exit. “Actually, they can figure everything else out, Pru. My guess is that Annabelle planned for you to be gone the rest of the day. I don’t think I can wait. I don’t want to wait, not after all this time.”
Once in the parking lot, Greyson trapped Prudence against her car door, not caring if anyone could see them. He reached behind her and pulled the door open without breaking their kiss. “I’ll drive.”
Prudence playfully nipped his bottom lip. “Like hell you will.” She pushed him away and swatted his ass. “Get in the car.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He sprinted around and got into the passenger side. “How far away is town?” he asked, buckling his seatbelt.
“Ten minutes, maybe.”
“That’s too long, pull over.”
“Greyson, we’ve waited this long. I’m not going to have a quickie in the car.”
He groaned. “Just because it’s in a car doesn’t make it a quickie.”
The ten minutes passed at a snail’s pace, and Greyson wasn’t sure how he made it. Soon enough Prudence got to her townhome and slammed the car into park. They’d already divested themselves of their outerwear in the car and had barely got through the front door when Greyson ripped off his shirt and brought Prudence to him. The merefeelof her hands on his chest was pure ecstasy, he couldn’t imagine what they’d feel like on his cock. He untied her wrap-around dress, letting the fabric fall apart, skimming his hands over her shoulders to her back to unhook her bra. He slowly slid both off her body, leaving her almost bare to him. He had imagined what her breasts looked like so many times, but it all fell short of the perfection of her.
He lifted his hands, cupping her breasts, slowly squeezing. “Amazing, Pru.” He breathed over one nipple before taking it into his mouth. Prudence gasped, and his shaft gave an answering jump. Her hands, threaded in his hair, guided him to her other breast, and he was more than happy to comply. The noises Prudence made were nothing short of the most erotic things he’d ever heard. He couldn’t wait until he claimed her. What noises would she make then?
Greyson cupped her mound with one hand as Prudence ground against him, seemingly desperate for more friction. He broke his kiss on her breast and knelt on the floor, removing her panties as he went. Prudence’s back sagged against the front door—have we really not gone any farther? He licked his way up her slit, flicking his tongue over her clit. Prudence moaned and grappled at his shoulders.
“I can’t wait, Grey.”