Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Maybe sensing the change in my mood, Griff curls his hand around mine and playfully swings it side to side. “Thank you, Nurse Molly.”
His gaze travels down my body. Mine takes the opportunity to do the same to him again.
I suck in a quick breath. “Oh.” It’s even harder to tear my gaze away this time, but I do.
“I’ll, uh, let you get dressed,” I mumble. It’s a big room. Maybe there’s a locker I can shut myself inside of to hide from all these weird tingly feelings.
“Wait.” He reaches out, wrapping his hand around my arm. “Sit here.” Leaning sideways, he swipes his clothes off the bench. “I’ll be right back.”
As I lower myself to the bench, my arm brushes against his stomach. His warm, flat, hard stomach. My hand whispers over the knot in his towel. So close. I could easily flick it open. My finger twitches against the terry cloth.
Why’d I do that?
My face flames even hotter.
Griff grabs my rogue hand and our eyes meet.
“S-sorry,” I mumble, too embarrassed to hold his gaze.
“What are you doing, Muffin?” His low voice prickles over my skin.
Oh, I love when he calls me that.
“I didn’t mean to,” I lie. “It was an accident.”
He groans.
“What?” My eyes snap to his.
“Nothing.”
His mouth says nothing, but his eyes tell a different story, staring at me with an intensity that sets my entire body humming. His clothes fall to the floor in a whispered rustle. He curves his arm around my waist and presses his hand into the small of my back, pushing me forward against his hard body.
Holy…wow…oh my. What’s happening?
My heart races. He stares into my eyes for a few seconds, like he’s fascinated or surprised. He dips in closer, his fresh, soapy scent surrounding me. I stare at his mouth, his lips that look soft and kissable up close. Wait, why is he so close? He leans in and dusts a gentle kiss across my lips. Sparks dance and race over my skin.
Knees weak, heart pounding, I rest my palms against his chest and melt into him. He groans and brushes his knuckles under my chin, tipping my head back. His second kiss is slower and sweeter. My arms slip around his neck and his grip on my waist loosens, sliding down to pin me against his body, our connection so firm and complete.
I’m kissing Griffin “Stonewall” Royal. My brother’s best friend. The love of my life. The only boy I’ve ever wanted to kiss.
No, this is more than kissing. We’re exploring each other’s mouths. Slowly, lazily, our tongues meet and slide against each other’s. It’s sweet, a little sloppy, gentle but passionate. His hand dives into my hair, cradling my head, deepening our kiss. The wonder fades, replaced by a jolt of electricity shocking my nerve endings.
Could I flick his towel off and find out what’s poking against my hip? Would he show me how he likes to be touched? Would I really strip off all my clothes for Griff here in the locker room?
A needy moan eases out of me. I tighten my arms around his neck, raising myself higher on my tiptoes, close to climbing him like a tree.
Griff’s body stiffens.
He pulls back, trying to break our kiss, but I cling to him, not ready for this to end. Not when I’ve wanted him to kiss me for so long. To look at me as something other than his best friend’s little sister.
He stares down at me for a moment, his gaze lingering on my mouth.
“Griff?” I whisper.
“We can’t do this.”
No. No. No. We were doing fine.
Am I a bad kisser?
Would he rather be kissing someone else? Like the girl who so brazenly approached him earlier?
That’s it, isn’t it? By showing up here tonight, I stopped him from hooking up with one of the girls who love to bang the winner after a fight. Ring bunnies. Older than me. A lot more experienced. They’d know exactly how to keep Griff’s interest.
My legs wobble. Humiliation washes over me and I try to wriggle away, but his hold on me tightens. I lean up, aiming to kiss him again, but he jerks his head to the side and I graze his jawline instead.
“Griff?”
He finally releases me and places a soft, passion-less kiss to the top of my head. The kind of kiss you’d give a kid after they skinned their knee or something.
Ouch.
Griff
Kissing Molly was something I swore I wouldn’t do. Not yet.
I’m harder than steel. So close to taking what’s mine.
Against my better judgment, I bury my hand in her hair, tilting her head back for another kiss. I have to taste her one more time before I stop this craziness. Her eyes widen in surprise. A soft, hesitant smile curves her lips for a second before I seal my mouth against hers.