“You guys go ahead, I’m going to shower here,” Katie says.
Kenna looks her over. “Hot date today, right? What’s his name again?”
“Blondie, you’re breaking girl code. Just get my brother and get out of here, please.”
“No need for hostility, Kitty,” Carson says as he comes up behind her, squeezing her shoulders. “Gah! Make sure you don’t miss the shower, yeah? Wouldn’t want your date running off on you—” He’s cut off when Katie turns and lightly sack-taps him. “What the fuck was that for, Katie?” Carse groans as he doubles over.
“Just remember the pain you’re feeling the next time you want to tease me about something, Carsy-Baby,” Katie purrs at him.
I step behind Kenna, wrapping my arms around her, her back nestled against my chest. “And on that note . . . let’s get going, Sunshine,” I whisper in her ear.
We walk out of the gym holding hands through the parking lot. This time, she beats me to her door while I’m tossing my gym bag in the back of the Jeep.
“Do you want to go home and shower, then grab a bite to eat?” I ask Kenna after I start the Jeep and am backing out of the parking lot.
Her breathing picks up when I reach over and begin rubbing circles along her inner thigh with my right hand. I’ve come to love doing this.
When we pull up to the stop sign, she turns to look at me. “I was thinking we could—uh, shower at your place.”
Fuck. Yes.
That’s exactly what I was hoping would happen.
My dad is working a shift at the hospital this afternoon, and Katie said she was meeting up with a guy she met at Jackson’s. I know the house will be empty for a few hours, and I intend to utilize every single minute of alone time wrapped up in Kenna.
“Yeah, we can do that,” I say, trying to keep an even tone. I don’t want to press her on whether or not she meant we’d be showering together at my place, or if she just meant we’d both shower at my place, separately.
When we get to my house, I quickly round the hood of my Jeep to open Kenna’s door.
“I’m perfectly capable of opening my own door, Griff.”
I know that, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to stop doing it. Instead of answering her, I bend down and wrap my arms around the back of her thighs, lifting her over my shoulder.
She swats at my back, struggling to tell me to put her down through her fits of laughter.
Only after I get us inside and up to my room, do I lower her down on the ground.
“Let me get you a towel and start the water for you,” I say as I start to make my way to the bathroom.
“Griff, wait,” she says as she grabs me around my waist. Turning in her arms so I can see her, I’m surprised to see Kenna somehow managed to take off her shirt, leaving her in only a sports bra and those damn spandex.
“I guess I wasn’t clear enough on the drive back here. What I was trying to say was, I think we should conserve water . . .”
“Conserve water?” I ask, hoping I know where this is going. But I need to hear her say it.
“Yeah, you know . . . for the environment and all that,” she says as her cheeks heat.
“So, how exactly would you like to conserve water?” I’m goading her at this point, completely failing to hide the smirk on my face.
Hiding her face in my chest, she mumbles, “Are you really going to make me say it?”
“Does my dirty girl need me to wash her off?” I ask as I lift her chin and meet her baby-blue eyes. Her eyelids fall, and lust takes over her gaze.
“Ohmygodthatwashot,” she blurts out.
Biting back a laugh, I tell her, “Sunshine, I need you to tell me this is what you want.”
“Yes, Griff. I want this—want you.” I don’t need to hear another word, I claim her lips in a searing kiss that makes me so hard my vision blurs when I finally step back and open my eyes.
