I’m standing in front of the mirror putting my earrings in. When I get the final one secure, I turn in his arms.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s missing.”
For tonight, I chose a blush colored, backless dress with thin spaghetti straps and a slit that goes clear up to my hip. It’s a far cry from the dresses I normally wear to an event, and I’m excited to show it off. Almost as excited as I am to show Grayson off.
“You’re welcome,” I whisper.
“How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you?” he asks, looking at my back through the mirror.
“Well…” I drag my hands up his chest. “You’re not. That’s the whole point. You look pretty damn good yourself, Mr. Calhoun.”
“I clean up nice when I want to. You know…” Grayson drags a finger down my shoulder, causing the strap of my dress to slide down. “We could
skip the premiere and go straight to our own private after party.”
“As tempting as that sounds, we can’t. But I like where this is going. Let’s pick up right here when we get done at the actual after party.”
Grayson sighs and puts my strap back in place. “You mean there really is an after party?”
“Oh, yeah. Tonight, you’ll be rubbing elbows with some of Hollywood’s top A-list celebrities. Are you nervous?”
“Not at all,” he says blandly.
I laugh, lift on my toes, and kiss him softly. “You’re going to do great.”
“What can I expect?”
“Like the airport, only a hundred times worse, but this time there will be ropes separating us from the crowd. We’ll show up, pose for some photos, watch the movie, show our faces at the after party, and then we’ll be done. Easy peasy.”
Grayson adjusts his tie. I can’t tell if it’s a nervous habit because I’ve never seen him in a suit and tie, but if it is, he has nothing to be nervous about. I already know he’s going to outshine every other man on the red carpet.
“The women there are going to go crazy over you. Probably some of the men too,” I tease.
He scoffs. “They will not.”
“Oh, trust me, they will.” How does this man not know how amazing he is? I run my fingers along his jaw and cup it gently. “I’m just glad you’re here with me.”
His eyes hold mine. Slowly, he lifts his hand, wraps it around my wrist, and pulls me tight against his chest. His other hands goes to the small of my back so he can hold me flush against him. A shiver runs through me.
“Grayson…”
“Will I mess up your lipstick if I kiss you?”
“I don’t know, but I’m willing to find out.”
Grayson backs me against the wall, crashing his lips to mine. With an arm curled around my back, he dips low enough to skim his fingers up my outer thigh. Higher and higher he inches until his fingers hit the bare curve of my ass.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, looking down at the slit in my dress.
“I thought you might like that,” I breathe, dragging his mouth back to mine.
I don’t have a ton of room in the dress, but I manage to spread my legs enough for him to slip his hand between them. He slides his finger up and down my slit without penetrating me until I’m writhing against him.
He’s teasing me.
Building me up for tonight.