“There’s water everywhere. I can’t get it to stop, and the valve under the sink is stuck. Please come!”
I turn on my blinker and swerve into the turning lane. “I’m on my way. Get towels.”
“Oh, thanks for that little tidbit. I didn’t think of getting towels out while water is spraying onto my cabinets, walls,and floors.”
I roll my eyes as I race down the road. “Be there in two.” I hang up the phone and press harder on the accelerator.
As soon as I pull in front of her house, Rylee flings her front door open and waves her arms frantically. “Get in here,” she yells.
I shake my head as I jog up her walkway, but I say nothing as I storm toward her house. She looks sexy as hell standing there in wet pajamas. I pause in front of her, and my eyes rake over her. They are different pajamas from earlier, but not by much. These green plaid boxer shorts are more worn, making them slightly see-through, especially when wet. Her white baggy T-shirt is completely soaked, giving me a full view of her perky breasts, and my body freezes. God, she’s perfect. She clears her throat, but my eyes continue their slow scan up to her face. Wet hair has escaped her messy bun, sticking to the sides of her face and her forehead, but she still looks absolutely breathtaking. Her mouth moves as she says something while waving toward her open front door.
I take a step toward her, then another, and another until my body barely grazes hers. Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me. Cupping her cheeks, I bring my lips to hers and kiss her softly, feeling her melt into me. God, I don’t care if she only wants me for my body or to fix her leaky pipes, I want her any way I can have her. My tongue trails across her lips, and she opens her mouth, allowing me to deepen the kiss. Still holding her face in one hand, my other arm trails around her body, looping it across her back to press her into me more. She gasps against my lips. This wasn’t what I had planned for the night, but seeing her standing there, looking the way she does, there was no way to keep myself from touching her. Her hands rub trails up my stomach to my chest. I reluctantly pull away and watch her be the frozen one with her eyes still closed. I squeeze her hip.
“Hmm?” Her eyes flutter open, and I arch my eyebrow,waiting for her to remember what’s happening inside. The realization flashes in her eyes as she pushes against my chest. “Clay, the water.”
Holding the back of her neck, I plant one more kiss on her soft lips that I’m determined to kiss again later tonight before sprinting inside. Whoa, her kitchen cabinet doors are all missing. The living room is filled with piles of food and kitchen dishes, and utensils. The water from the faucet is spraying a mist into the air, so not flooding. Her tools are scattered around the floor, and I immediately know she’s not an organized DIYer. It’s pure chaos, and I freeze, unsure how to proceed. I take a breath, then run back outside.
I run past Rylee, and her face pinches in confusion. “Where are?—”
Going to her well, I turn the valve to shut off the water to the house. I walk back to the house, and Rylee launches into my arms. I catch her, my hands grabbing under her thighs as she wraps her legs around me, and I walk us back inside.
“You did it!” she squeals. “With all the chaos, I forgot to just shut off the water to the whole house, not just under the sink.”
I chuckle, feeling her breath against my neck. I kick the front door closed behind me, and she hops down, walking into the kitchen. I watch as she looks around, sighing. The look of dread is written across her pretty, wet face.
“Will you grab a few towels from that bathroom?” She motions toward the hallway.
I come back with all the towels, and she’s already working on wiping down the walls. I grab the ladder she has set up in the middle of the kitchen and begin on the ceiling area that’s only a little wet. We work quietly in unison while her Spotify plays today’s top hits in the background. Rylee sings the lyrics to “Florida” right along with Taylor, making it hard for me to keep my eyes off her swaying hips. She rounds up all the damp towels andthrows them in the washer, and I gather all the tools and put them in the empty toolbag tossed in the corner.
“Wow. It’s getting late.” She looks at the clock on her stove. Her clothes are mostly dry now, but she’s still stunning with her hair a frizz ball on her head.
“Yeah. I’ll get going.” I point my thumb over my shoulder toward the front door.
“At least let me buy you a late dinner as a thank you.” She laughs when I scan her clothes and arch a brow. “Doordash. Duh. I’ll grab the menus . . . if I can find them.” She walks into the living room, searching through all the papers on the different tables.
I find them on top of the cabinet below the TV and lift them up. “Here.”
“Ah.” She flips through the stack. “Only a few of these places are open at this time of night. Hm . . . it looks like pizza is our best bet.”
I nod.
“Grab a few beers from the fridge, and I’ll order.” She walks to her bedroom and comes out with her phone, clicking away on the screen.
I walk up behind her, peering over her shoulder. My lips ghost the shell of her ear, and her fingers hover without clicking anything else. “You know you’re not paying for this food.”
She whirls around. “Oh, yes, I am.” She pokes me in the chest, and I have to stifle a smile at how cute she is.
I grab her finger and shake my head. “No.” Bringing her palm to my lips, I place a kiss there, holding her gaze.
“I am . . . ” Her voice is less forceful.
I kiss her again on her wrist. “Nope.”
She nearly moans, then rips her hand out of my grasp, clutching her hair and walking away. “Clay, what are we doing?”
I walk toward her again with her back still to me and grip her hips, pressing my dick against her round perfect ass. I place a kiss right below her ear, and she tilts her head to rest it on my shoulder, giving me more access. “What do you mean?” I pepper a few more kisses down the column of her neck.
She sighs. “You know what I mean. What arewedoing?”
