I follow her to the back and show her where the closing mechanism likes to stick. I lean around her and point to where it needs fixed.
“If you push this metal bar.” I lean in a little closer, the heat from her body sending waves through mine. I push it, let go of the door and let it drop closed.
“Easy enough.” she says as she turns.
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I back up and she hops onto the freezer. I take a step towards her and she pauses. My heart is pounding out of my chest, but I need her, and I need her now.
I put my hand on the side of her face and run my thumb along her cheekbone. Her eyes lock on mine.
Chapter Nineteen
Riley
“I…UM…”
I stumble over my words as the heat from his fingers spread across my face. My brain telling me I need to leave, but wings of butterflies’ flutter inside my stomach. I stand from the freezer, with every intention of walking away, but when our bodies brush against each other, the yearning at my core doesn’t let me move.
His hand moves from my chin to my jaw, his rough palm scruffs against my cheek, his thumb moves over my bottom lip.
“Riley, you aren’t like any girl I have ever met. Can I kiss you?”
“Ok” I say, breathy, and I nod my head. He takes a step closer to me and our bodies graze each other’s.
I lick my bottom lip and pull it into my mouth. I bite down to keep the smile from my face that wants to grace it. I know this is a bad idea, this is a really, really stupid idea but I nod my head.
His mouth catches mine and our breathing becomes one.
Instantly, our bodies meld together, and it was like we never missed a beat. The butterflies I had felt in my stomach mere moments ago become bats, bigger and more erratic. I heard once that those butterflies where a sign of stress, but from where I am standing, with this man’s arm wrapping around my waist, lifting
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me onto my toes and his fingers finding the elastic band holding my hair up and pulling it out, letting my hair fall and then his hand weaving through my hair, stress is the last thing on my mind.
I grab onto the back of his head for support, and he lifts me just high enough that my toes don’t touch anymore. His hand leaves my hair and grips the back of my thigh to lift me higher, my legs wrapping around his waist, my ankles locking me to him.
I pull away to look into his crystal blue eyes and I notice there is a lightness to them I saw that day at the waterfall.
“What’s happening?” I ask him.
“I don’t know. But it feels more than right.”
“I’m not so sure, but I don’t want to say no.”
I pull his head to me, locking our lips again. This time his tongue sweeps across my lower lip and I open to let him in. Our tongues dance together as one. Tasting and exploring each other. But it’s as if we are re-exploring. Finding our way again.
His hands find the hem of my shirt and dip underneath, his finger spread wide along the sides of my waist. I moan into his mouth, letting him know that yes, yes, I want his hands on me.
I’ve never wanted to feel a man against me more than I do right now.
Grayson takes a step forward and places my butt on the freezer.
It’s just tall enough that I am still level with him. I put my arms straight up, he lifts my shirt off over my head and lets it fall behind me. His fingertips travel from my wrists down to my rib cage, tracing the sides of my breast, making my skin react, giving me goosebumps everywhere. I hardly ever wear a bra, and I am thankful I didn’t tonight.