Taming the Street Racer ✔️

24 | all over you

The streets are empty when we drive back and Grayson takes full advantage of this, bolting down the quiet streets to try and keep his primal emotions at bay. I watch as his eyes focus on the road ahead, clouding with desire that I triggered. His hands grip the steering wheel tighter than I've ever seen.

We arrive at the hotel and Grayson swigs haphazardly into a spot, practically jumps out of the car, and runs over to my door to open it for me. Taking my hand in his, we walk into the hotel, but I can tell Grayson is itching to pick me and run up to our room. This taking-things-slow is challenging for the both of us.

When we finally get up to our room, Grayson slams the doors shut behind us and looks at me intently. I smile innocently up at him.

"Okay I'm going to take a shower," I say, turning to get my pajamas from my duffel bag. I can only imagine the priceless expression on his face.

"Really?" He finally says, poorly concealing the disappointment in his voice.

I grab my pajamas and underwear and turn to him, running my fingers through my hair. "Yes sir. I smell like absolute ass right now."

It was true. As much as I wanted to pounce on Grayson right at this second, I feel sweaty and gross. I'd feel much more...open if I cleaned myself off a bit, and the dirt covering me doesn't really contribute to the perfect scenario I've imagined.

"If that's what you think you smell like, then I apparently love the smell of ass," Grayson replies.

"Also I could use a shower too. I'll join you," he teases, talking toward me and pulling his shirt over his head. I'm momentarily distracted by his tanned, toned body. Still slightly damp with sweat, every muscle outline and ab is perfectly accentuated.

I'm left speechless at the way it makes me feel. If I want to take a shower alone, I have to get away right now. He's already pulling me in.

"Oh no no no, racer boy," I stutter, backing up into the bathroom. "That shower is only big enough for one of us."

He takes a step toward me, bracing his arms on the door frame and flexing his muscles in the process. His body takes up the whole doorway as he leans toward me. Grayson seems to have shed some of his worries from earlier and now he's operating on pure desire.

He looks so delicious and my self-control is waning. "That shower could definitely fit four people comfortably. Seems like the perfect size for the two of us to do whatever we want to do."

He's right; the shower is gigantic and I'd want nothing more than to test just how many activities we could do within it. But not now. "I just don't think your gigantic head would fit through the door, ego and all. Maybe jump in the pool."

Quickly, before I can change my mind and pounce on him, I slam the door in his face, narrowly missing his long fingers. I quickly strip and get into the shower, leaving the water cold to relieve some of the heat Grayson ignited in my body.

The cold shower barely works and I find my mind trailing back to the vision of him braced in the doorway. His muscular chest and stomach. His mused hair. The way his jeans hung low on his hips, hinting at a light trail of hair leading down toward...

I wash my hair vigorously, squinting my eyes shut. The suds run down my body and I imagine that they were Grayson's hands instead, lightly caressing and exploring. Long after the soap is gone from my body, I stand under the shower and embrace the soothing feeling of the water cascading down me.

I towel myself off and get dressed, eventually deciding to blow-dry my hair a bit. I leave it a bit damp and stare at myself in the mirror. I grabbed my lacy Victoria's Secret shorts and oversized T-shirt, mixing and matching from the two pajama sets I brought. It really looks like I'm not wearing any pants, with my t-shirt covering them completely.