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angry for him to assume that, but truth is he isn’t too far off. Maybe I’m angry because he is closer to the truth than I’d like to let off. I soften for a second. I don’t talk about this with anyone, not even Steph. She knows my background, but we don’t dwell on it. Can I trust him? For some reason I have the urge to tell him about my family.
    “Mommy issues,” I tell him impassively. He gives me a knowing look and his eyes narrow. Trying to lighten the mood a bit, I laugh and add, “You asked. I just answered. It’s not a big deal.” He smiles, but it seems forced. It doesn’t reach his eyes, and the intense expression on his face tells me he’s guarded, too.
    I stand up to grab something from the living room, and return. “Scotch?” I raise the bottle up expectantly.
    “I thought you were a martini girl?” He asks surprised.
    “Only at the clubs. They’re more fun to drink, but scotch is my true poison. You want some or too weak to handle a little whiskey , cowboy?” I challenge. He sees my challenge, and I serve two scotches on the rocks. We continue to talk, laugh, and enjoy each other’s company as we drink and finish off the chocolate cake.
    An hour later, I am feeling the effects of champagne and whiskey mixed together. It’s freeing and my confidence is returning. I look up into Grayson’s eyes and find them staring back at me. His expression has changed. He’s more serious and his lips are slightly parted. I can’t look away, feeling desire rise in me. Bravely, I stand up, walk around the table, and bend down to kiss him. He pulls away after a few seconds; his eyes searching mine. He brings his hands to my neck, lowering my face to his and kissing me passionately.
    I put my hands in his hair and give his tongue access to my mouth. We work together effortlessly. His hands roaming my body, moving from my neck to my arms and down the curves of my body, cupping my ass and lifting me to sit straddling him on the chair.
    We continue our attack on each other, mouths and tongues becoming acquainted, hands exploring, and our body parts reacting to it. I feel his hardness under his jeans, rubbing against me, making me wet. After what seems like hours of kissing and grinding on the chair, he stands up hooking my legs around his waist and leads me to my room, bumping into the couch on the way there, but we never lose contact on our journey there.
    Once inside my room he softly lays me down on my bed and takes off my shoes, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them off by the hem. He then peels my top off leaving me exposed in my bra and panties, panting like an idiot. He rips off his shirt and unbuttons his jeans kicking off his boots.
    My assumptions from the night before were right. He has a rocking body, and I am even more eager to get my hands on it. I kneel up on the bed, passing my hands from his lower abs slowly up to his chest and loop them around his neck, bringing him down and crushing our bodies together, our mouths meeting desperately. 
    I push off his jeans and feel him hard beneath his boxer briefs. It gives me a high knowing that is for me , and I try to yank off his boxers. He stops my hand and holds them both over my head with one of his hands and with a swift motion unhooks my bra. His other hand feels my body up and down, heating my skin under his touch and building my desire between my legs. “Slow down, Mia. I want to take my time with you.” I pout but don’t argue to risk from ruining the mood. He chuckles at my reaction, and then gets serious again.
    He kisses my neck, moving down to my breasts, kissing each one in turn tantalizingly slow. He continues moving his mouth down, southward, slowly kissing every inch of my body. He reaches down and pulls down my panties, lingering his fingers in my sensitive area. He softly touches and teases, becoming familiar with my most intimate body part , and I react to each gentle touch, moaning softly.
    It feels different. My usual hook-ups