Kissing Prince Charming

He teases me ♥

But since that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon, I instead bring my attention to the road.

We were on Highway 19 heading only god knows where. In this direction there were only three things- an ice cream shop, a park, and a questionable Mexican restaurant.

So when he pulls off onto a small road, I know exactly where he is taking me.

“A park?” I question, sitting up in my seat. “This is the surprise you wanted to show me?”

He still continues to stare forward but he answers my question all the same. “Anything is better than that classroom we study in every day.”

“As you can tell,” I state while throwing my hands toward my outfit. “I’m not really dressed appropriately for a park.”

His eyes cut to me and I’m so shocked by his sudden attention that I end up smacking my hand against his glove box. Which, let’s just say, it’s the lightest of touches.

“You okay?” He asks, letting his gaze travel to my hand. I shake it out and nod against the sudden pain. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He nods and slides his gaze back to the road. “As to the whole outfit thing,” He let’s out a small sigh. “We aren’t going hiking Grace. I’m just providing a different scenery.”

“I thought you wanted to show me something?” The right side of his mouth tips up into a sly smile.

“I lied. The only thing I’m showing you is how to integrate.”

“Inter-what?”

He groans as if he is in pain. “It’s going to be a long day.” I grin and tuck my feet under my legs. If there is one thing I learned about myself since knowing Ross, it’s I liked torturing him.

Letting out a small breath, I look up at him.

“But I was so looking forward to the surprise.”

Ross looks away from the road long enough to see me pout a little and bat my eyelashes. He raises an eyebrow at my attempts to get him to cave.

“Are you really trying to use that on me? Your charms don’t affect me Grace.” I lean back and my smile just gets wider.

“Why is that a challenge I hear Ross?” When he doesn’t say anything, I decide to teach the boy a very important lesson.

Never underestimate Grace Carter.

Before he can even think about arguing against me, I unbuckle my seat belt and slide closer toward him. He glances at me from out of the corner of his eyes but his attention is still on the road.

Knowing this is about to go to a level that him and I can’t come back from, I send a little prayer that this won’t change anything.

“I,” I make a show of slowly bringing my finger to his leg. He jumps a little when I touch him lightly on the knee. Clearly surprised by the contact, he averts his gaze from the road and toward the finger resting softly on his leg.

“Grace?” He croaks. “What are you doing?”

I don’t answer him as I lean forward and painstrickenly move my finger higher. “Think,” I mummer, continuing my sentence. I feel the fabric over his dark jeans as my finger moves up his thigh.

“That,” I spread my hand out and lay it at the edge of his abdomen. I peek up at him and even though he has his eyes straight ahead, his hands tighten against the steering wheel.  

Smiling to myself, I move my palm up his stomach, feeling his leanness, and when I make it to his chest, I whisper seductively, “You’re,”

I watch as he swallows and I lean forward and bring my face to his neck. My hand works it’s way higher and I press my mouth hotly against his ear.