It was slow at first, like he was trying to hold himself back.
But me? I wasn't trying at all. My hands slid under his damp T-shirt and found the warm, hard muscle underneath. I caressed his back and deepened the kiss, wanting to get lost in everything that was him.
And soon, he wasn't holding back anymore. His hands were in my hair, on my back, gripping my hips as he backed me into the front counter. Wood met spine, but I barely felt it.
All I could feel was him.
His mouth was warm, and his hands everywhere – roaming, teasing, worshiping. And mine? They weren't much better. They roamed under his shirt, loving the way his skin felt under my palms, the way he shivered when I traced the hard lines of his stomach, and the low noise he made deep in his throat.
He tasted like rain and adrenaline and sweet temptation, something I'd been resisting for a long, long time.
I gasped when his lips left mine and moved to my throat, trailing fire along my jaw and down to the sweet spot just below my ear. He nipped me gently, and I moaned – an actual moan – while his answering growl made me burn even hotter.
Against my skin, he asked, "Want to hear a secret?"
I smiled, breathless. "Definitely."
"I've wanted this since the day I saw you."
"You did not." A soft giggle escaped my lips. "You didn't even like me."
"That's whatyouthink," he said, chuckling against my neck. "I didn't like the guy stealing my bag." He gave me another playful nibble. "You, I liked."
I couldn't help but tease him just a little. "You had a funny way of showing it."
He pulled back and gave me a wicked grin. "Want me to show you now?"
"Definitely," I said again. My fingers sifted through his hair as he kissed me again, harder now, his body pressing fully against mine.
I was soaked. I was exhausted. I was probably insane.
But I had never felt more alive.
And right now? I didn't give a single damn about anything else.
Not the storm.
Not the bank.
Not tomorrow.
Only this.
Only him.
40
Just Add Tent
Maisie
We barely made it to the back room before Griff shut the door behind us. With the lights off, the windowless space fell into shadow, lit only by the faint glow of the emergency light over the back door.
It was just enough to barely see him and fall back into his arms as he pulled me close and whispered my name.
Dark, light, I didn't care. All I wanted was him. My back hit the nearest wall with a soft thud, and his mouth returned to mine – hot, demanding, and addictive.
His hands gripped my hips, and my fingers found the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his head like I'd wanted to do out front. I flung it somewhere in the shadows, not caring where it landed or how this might've looked in the muted light of the rain-soaked day.
