His hand fell away. “Did I do something?”
She shook her head. “I just meant that people change.”
Gray’s hand came down on hers, forcing her to stop mixing the frosting. “You’re beating that frosting to death. If I made you mad, just say so.”
Kiera released her death grip on the spoon. “I’m not mad. Confused a little, that’s all.”
“Because of earlier?”
“No. Because Boston traded their star pitcher to Baltimore.” He had to ask?
Gray smiled, and she imagined his lips pressed against hers again.
“Fair enough. That was a stupid question.” He turned her, so they faced each other. “I didn’t intend to confuse you, but since the wedding, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine. No guy, not even her last boyfriend, had ever said they couldn’t stop thinking about her.
“If you say no, I’ll respect that, but I’d like to see where things go between us.” His hands slid down her arms, and he took her hands.
Oh, man. Why did he have to sound so sincere? She’d been convinced that they would spend time together this weekend, and afterward, he’d jet off to wherever he went when he left town and it’d be another three years before she saw him again.
Now he made it sound as if he had other ideas in mind.
“You already know my two faults, so it’s not like you have to worry about uncovering some strange fetishes or anything.”
Gray had never taken himself too seriously, and it looked like that hadn’t changed.
“Your two faults? I’d say you have more than just two, Mr. I’m-Perfect.”
His forehead wrinkled. “No, I’m sure I only have two.” Gray took a step closer. “But we can spend time together and you can enlighten me on any others.”
One step closer and her breasts would touch his chest. The thought of which sent her pulse racing. Maybe she should take him up on his offer. They had known each other a long time and he’d never lied to her.
“Okay.” She made her decision before she second-guessed herself. “I’ll help you discover the rest of your faults.” Kiera closed the gap between them and kissed him.
She intended to give him a peck on the lips, but Gray had other ideas. Before she could step away, he locked his arms around her and pulled her against him, taking control of their kiss.
After awhile, he ended the kiss and Kiera sighed. Even though her eyes remained closed, Gray’s rapid breathing and the erection she left pressing against her told her he was affected by their kiss, too.
“Now might be a good time to frost those cupcakes.” His hands traveled lower and slipped into her back pockets.
Kiera couldn’t agree more. She needed some space between them. Opening her eyes, she found him looking at her. “I think you’re right. Do you want to help?”
Gray nodded.
“Then we’re going to need to move. We can’t do anything like this.”
Gray cocked an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t say that.”
Kiera pictured them kissing again. “You know what I mean.” She took a step backward, which forced Gray to pull his hands from her pockets. “If you do a good job, I’ll even let you lick the extra frosting from the bowl.”
She turned back to the counter and gave the frosting one final stir before picking up a cupcake.
“You’re a slave driver.”
“I’m serious when it comes to cupcakes. Now, get to work my friend.”
“Whatever you say.” Gray came up alongside her and kissed her before he accepted the frosting spatula she handed him. “Did Boston really trade Quinn? He was the ace in their pitching rotation.”