Phoebe
It was almost ten and I knew I should get going. My last train home was at eleven-thirty, but I didn’t want to travel on that one. It was usually full of drunken people scarfing down stinking burgers and trying to engage me in their inebriated conversations that made little or no sense. I wasn’t averse to that when I was drunk myself, but when I was sober it wasn’t much fun.
“Grantley,” I called through to the kitchen area. “Is it okay if I call reception to get me a taxi?”
Grantley appeared around the corner, sucking something off the end of this thumb and looking extremely gorgeous.
“A taxi?”
“Yes, I need to get up to the railway station. I’d like to catch the ten-thirty train.”
He glanced down at his watch. “I’ll get Barney to come back. I don’t want you getting on a train at this time of night.”
“God, no,” I cried, shaking my head and walking towards the desk where the phone was. “Don’t do that, he’s out enjoying himself. Honestly, I’ll be fine.”
“Shit,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, I never thought about you getting home. I’d drive you, but I’ve had too much to drink and of course, Barney has the car.”
“Don’t be silly, I’ll be fine on the train.”
Grantley shook his head. “No. You’re not doing that.”
“Well how else do I get home?”
Grantley’s eyes glittered with a hundred possibilities and there wasn’t one of them that I wanted to say no to – come on, I remembered that anaconda he hid in his sweat pants on the first day of filming. Unfortunately though, I had to say no.
“Grantley-.” I started.
“Nope, it’s not happening. I know what you can do -.”
It was my turn to interrupt him. “No, I’m not staying. You don’t have a spare bedroom and I wouldn’t feel comfortable with you sleeping on the couch.”
I was sure I would regret not staying with the possibility of petting his snake, but I’d undoubtedly regret staying even more. While I chastised my own stupid decisions, Grantley cleared his throat. When I looked up at him, he gave me a smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“I was going to suggest that I pay for a taxi to bring you all the way home.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. What a stupid, bloody idiot. I wanted to crawl up into a tiny ball and disappear. Or maybe invent a time-machine so I could erase my stupid ramblings. As neither were going happen, I opened my eyes, only to see Grantley now had a full on grin. The smug bastard.
“I just…shit…I.”
“I know what you thought, Phoebe. You thought I was some sort of douche, who would persuade you to stay the night on our first date…”
Grantley’s voice trailed off, and now it was his turn to colour up as he scrubbed a hand over his face and laughed.
“You never said that this was a date.” I fluttered my eyelashes and lay a hand over my heart. “Well, Mr. James, aren’t you just the romantic one.”
Grantley rolled his eyes, but was still smiling.
“I was making a point about the sort of person you think I am. You know, a ladies’ man.”
“Now who’s using my words back at me?”
Grantley laughed and came to stand in front of me. “Whatever, but I’m neither a douche nor a ladies’ man, so I would never suggest you stay over.” His gaze roamed lazily down my body and then back up again. “Unless of course you want to.”
Of course I wanted to. My nipples and vagina were most definitely up for a sleepover.
“No, you idiot.” I slapped at his arm and turned back to the phone. “A taxi to the station is fine, thank you.”
“Nope. A taxi all the way home otherwise you get the couch, and I have to warn you, I walk around naked in the mornings.”
Shit, I’d get to see his mammoth weapon. Then again, sweat pants could be very deceiving.
He watched me as I contemplated his offer.
“Okay, fine,” I sighed out. “But you do know it’s going to cost you a fortune.”
“It’ll be worth it to be sure you get home safe.”
Then without warning, he leaned forward and kissed my cheek while stroking a hand down my hair. His touch and his kiss were both gentle, but took my breath away and made my heart thump wildly. Grantley pulled away slowly and as he did, he gave my nose a little rub with his own. Our lips were now inches apart and I held my breath; he was going to kiss me. This time however, there would be no interruptions and I knew he would blow not only my socks off, but my knickers too, because I had no willpower whatsoever.
As Grantley’s lips hovered over mine, I looked up at his eyes and then back to his mouth. His top lip was a little fuller than his bottom one, but both looked enticing and I was desperate to capture them with my own. Grantley swallowed and threaded the fingers of one hand into my hair, while the other rested against my neck, the metal of his rings cooling my heated skin.
“So pretty,” he whispered. “So damn pretty.”
I lifted onto my tiptoes and let out a small breath, opening my lips for him – inviting him in. Grantley’s hand moved from my hair to the small of my back, and pulled me against him. The minute our bodies slammed together we became a tangle of arms, pulling at each other, as our tongues played and our lips explored. Our breathing got heavy amidst the moans of enjoyment and satisfaction. My body was thrumming in time with the waves of electricity rushing through my veins. I’d never been kissed like this before. I’d never felt such dizzy heights of pleasure, simply through having a man’s lips on mine.
He was amazing, and from what I could feel, those sweat pants had not been deceiving at all.
Grantley hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted me from my feet. Turning around, he walked us back to the dining table and put me down on it, using his tall, sculpted body to force my legs apart and position himself between them. I edged forward, needing to feel some sort of friction, and groaned when the buckle of his belt rubbed in just the right place.
“Grantley.”
“Oh fuck.”
Evidently we’d said enough because we stopped talking and continued kissing, with Grantley’s hand snaking up my side and under my shirt. The trail of his fingers caused my skin to pebble and a shiver of delight to ripple through me. Grantley’s mouth left mine and started to land warm kisses down my neck, sending me onto a higher plane of need. Moving my hands from around his neck, I put them behind me, leaning back to give him better access to my heated skin.
Arching my back, my chest heaved as Grantley moved his hand up and dragged his thumb along the side of my boob. His kisses along my neck became more heated as they continued all the way down, over the swell of my breast, to the last closed button of my shirt.
“I’m so fucking hard right now,” Grantley groaned as his hand twisted in my hair. “You’ve done this to me, Phoebe.”
As I moved closer to the edge of the table, Grantley pushed forward and I felt exactly how hard he was. He was steel-hard and long, and the idea that I’d made him that way made me more sensitive and needy. The seam of my jeans and the friction his movement was causing, gave me a tiny amount of relief – but it was nowhere near enough. I was throbbing and wet and knew I would never experience a kiss like this, ever again. Even if I spent a lifetime kissing Grantley James, this one would top them all.
“Grantley, I…Oh God,” I moaned, my legs widening to accommodate more of his body.
Grantley grabbed my bum in both of his hands and pulling me forwards, slammed me against him and I cried out, consumed with a craving for more. Then his lips were back on mine and he picked me up and carried me away from the table. I flexed my hips, desperate to detonate the pressure inside me, anxious for him to quell the throb between my legs.
“I need to cum,” I cried, not thinking about either my embarrassment, or how close my mouth was to Grantley’s eardrum.
“Shit,” he grumbled, sticking a finger into his ear.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” I gasped, my hips still writhing of their own accord, obviously knowing what I needed.
“It’s fine.” Grantley’s mouth went back to my neck, nipping and kissing along it and his hands went back to caressing me.
“I hope I didn’t deafen you.” I pulled at Grantley’s hair, pushing my body closer to his to try and gain a little more friction.
“You didn’t,” Grantley said against my skin. “But thanks for the heads up.”
“Really?” I asked breathlessly. “Because the slightest of touches would be all I needed.”
Grantley chuckled and took a nibble of my bottom lip.
“Pretty girl, what are you doing to me?” he groaned.
Grantley’s arms wrapped tighter around me as he groaned into my mouth and thrust his hips.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”
Barney’s deep voice rumbled behind us and just like that my need and desire curled itself up and puff, it was gone.
“Fucking hell, Barney.” Grantley’s forehead fell to my shoulder. “Shit.”
I squirmed in his arms, urging him to put me down.
“I can’t,” he groaned. “I might poke Barney’s fucking eye out with my boner.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and buried my face in his neck. He smelled so delicious, I nearly asked Barney to ride around the block for a while.
“Hey guys, I’m real sorry.”
I couldn’t see him, but I knew he had to be smiling.
“Can you give us a minute?” Grantley asked, carrying me back over to the table, while I clung to him like a baby monkey.
“Yeah sure, I’ll go make some coffee or something.”
I risked a glance over my shoulder to see the back of Barney with his shoulders shaking with laughter.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Grantley whispered, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I wasn’t expecting him back. He stayed out all night last time he went to see her.”
I took a deep breath and smiled. “It’s okay. I suppose he did a good thing by coming back.”
“He did?” Grantley asked incredulously. “How the hell do you work that out?”
“I…we…well we shouldn’t have let it go any further. I’m not a prude or anything, but I’m also not the sort of girl who jumps into bed with someone, just because they’re the best kisser on the planet.”
“Just this planet?”
Grantley grinned at me and my stomach did another little flip.
“Maybe this and Pluto,” I replied, tilting my head as though thinking about it carefully.
“Shit, Pluto is really small,” Grantley gasped. “In any case, Pluto isn’t classed as a planet any longer, so that doesn’t really count.”
“It isn’t?” I asked with a smile. “Well, I’m a little stuck now as to which other planet that you may be classed as best kisser on.”
Grantley looked at me with amusement, brushing some hair from my face.
“Okay. What about Earth and Jupiter? Jupiter is pretty big you know and I think that kiss was more than worthy of Earth and Jupiter’s votes.”
I thought about that kiss and grinned. He was probably right.
Grantley dropped a kiss to the end of my nose and then pulled back to look at me. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry. It was a great kiss.” I cupped Grantley’s face with my hand and sighed. “It was just a little too hot and heavy, especially as we weren’t even on a date.”
Grantley grinned and slowly pulled away, leaving me sitting on the edge of the table. I watched him, swinging my legs, as he ran a hand through his hair and looked towards the kitchen area and then back to me.
“I’ll ask Barney to take you home,” he said with a hint of disappointment – which I happened to like.
“No, I’ll get the train.”
I looked at my watch. I’d probably missed the ten-thirty, but could definitely catch the eleven o’clock one.
“No damn way,” Barney’s voice thundered from the kitchen area. “I’ll take you.”
I turned around to see Barney reappear. He was still grinning and when I glanced at Grantley, I saw him give his friend the middle finger.
“Barney,” I replied with exasperation. “It’ll be gone midnight before you get back, and that’s if we leave now.”
“Not a problem.”
“Why are you back anyway?” Grantley asked, moving towards Barney. “She give you the brush off?”
“No, she’s going away on business in the morning, so needs to get a good night’s sleep.”
“Whatever.” Grantley punched at Barney’s stomach as he walked past, but Barney didn’t even flinch. He just flashed a pure white smile.
“Okay Phoebe, you want to get your stuff together?”
“Are you sure?” I asked, jumping down from the table. “I really can get the train.”
“Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder, sweetheart.”
I gave him a big smile and nodded. “Okay, thank you.”
I picked up my bag and remembered that my coat was in Grantley’s wardrobe. I turned to ask him for it, but he wasn’t there and I didn’t want to go into his room without asking.
“Erm, my coat is-.”
“Here,” Grantley replied, handing my wool coat to me.
I took it from him and noticed he had a black hoody on.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I’m coming with you.” He winked at me and stuffed his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Ah shit,” Barney groaned. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna be making out in my back seat.”
Grantley twinkled a smile at him. “Maybe.”
Warmth spread through me as Grantley’s fingers linked with mine, and I hoped that Barney took the long way home.