I’ve never moaned from being kissed. But, my god, he tastes delicious.
Griffin. Fricken. Turner.
I bring my hands to the back of his neck and run my fingers through his dark hair. We get lost in a clashing of tongues, teeth, and lips before Griff pulls away. I let out a whimper at the loss of his mouth on mine.
He traces his thumb over my bottom lip before he asks, “Can I take you out?”
Still somewhat dazed, it takes me a few seconds to register what he just asked me.
“Kenna?”
“Wh-What?” I ask as I open my eyes to stare into his chocolate-brown eyes, which are currently so dark they look black as coal.
“I asked if I could take you out. I know Katie won’t care, and I doubt Carse would either.”
I take a good look at Griffin to make sure he’s serious. A look of nervousness crosses his face.
“L-like a date?” How can one question have me stumbling over my words? A question I’ve wished most of my life to hear.
His lips turn up into a devastating smirk that makes his dimples pop.
“Yes, Kenna, a date. I’d say it’s about three years overdue at this point. Let me take you out. Are you free tomorrow?”
I take a deep breath and pull myself together. I tap my chin in a teasing way before I reply, “Depends. Where would we go?”
Griffin’s smirk grows into a panty-melting smile as he says, “There’s my girl. That mouth of yours.”
He grabs my chin again and pulls me in for a kiss. My mind is still trying to process the fact that Griffin Turner—the boy I’ve crushed on for as long as I can remember—referred to me ashisgirl. If I’m not dreaming, I have to be delirious, intoxicated,something.
I let myself get lost in the feel of his lips on mine, in the feel of his hands gripping my waist, and the feel of his growing bulge pressing against the perfect spot between my legs.
Griff grinds his hips up into mine, and we both moan together. This is what euphoria feels like. This feeling is what turns people into addicts.
I’m high just off the fact that I can make him react this way. That he’s turned on by me. I just hope the high I’m chasing can last. That it doesn’t leave me free-falling.
The noise of a throat clearing has us slowly pulling away from each other. I glance up over Griff’s head and see Katie and Carson standing there with their arms crossed, mouths in straight lines.
They lose their stern looks a moment later as smirks slowly spread over their faces.
“I’ll take that hundred bucks now, Carsy,” Katie sing-songs, holding her hand out to him.
“It was a bet I was willing to lose for the greater good,” Carson retorts.
“I’m just glad we came out here when we did. No way do I want to see where that was likely heading,” Katie says as she shivers dramatically.
Griffin rolls his eyes at them, then turns to me and winks.
Good god. I need to climb off his lap before my panties melt off, and Katie and Carse get exactly the show they weren’t looking for.
I go to stand, but Griff quickly grips the back of my thighs. From that one touch, heat pools to the base of my stomach.
“Don’t go. We can still stay out here. I’ll put a few more logs on the fire, and we can talk some more. I want to hear all your truths, Kenna.”
How has he always had the ability to say the right things? The smirk reappears on his face as I lower myself back down.
“Alright, but our lips will only be talking. Got it?”
He lifts his hands up in surrender, and I pout at the loss of heat from his hands.
