“Fuck, you’re wet,” she yelps.
I know I should take a step back, so my dripping clothes aren’t pressed against her. But I don’t. My arms remain wrapped around her, keeping her body snug against mine, the cold and wetness be damned.
Her hands, which were originally fisted in my coat to try to push me away, shift to holding me in place. Despite the cold, I feel her melt against me.
I feel it in the way her muscles relax in the same breath as her eyes soften when she stares up at me.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“Hey.” Her tongue slides over her bottom lip, and I couldn’t make myself look anywhere else if I was paid a million dollars to do so.
She’s the only thing holding my attention right now. The rest of the world drifts away, blurring along the edges of my vision.
One of my hands tracks up her spine until it’s gently gripping the back of her neck. A shiver moves through her.
I don’t know if it’s because of the ice still clinging to my glove or the contact itself. I’m going to go for a little of both.
She presses up on her toes, and that’s all the invitation I need. All other thoughts fly straight out of my brain.
I know I should be worried about doing this right now, but her lips look too damn perfect.
The contact is gentle as our mouths press together. That devious tongue of hers slides along the seam of my lips, like it did with her own just moments ago.
I pull her closer to deepen the kiss. Her gentle moan vibrates against my lips, spurring me on even more.
I keep the contact soft, but the way it makes me feel is far from soft. This is all new to me. Kissing hasneverbeen like this before.Never.
We kiss for another minute before we both pull back. Our eyes stay locked on one another as we catch our breath. I open my mouth to say something, but the front door bursts open.
I have no idea what I was about to say, but the moment is splintered now. Whatever words were about to fall from my lips are just as lost to me as they are to her.
Abby and I jerk apart, stepping a healthy distance away. The boys clamber down the steps, Maverick chatting a mile a minute.
Abby’s eyes stay trained on me for three heavy beats before shifting to her son. “You ready?” she asks him.
“Yup,” Maverick says with an emphatic nod. He turns to look at me. “Can I come over and do that again?”
I look first to Oliver with his hopeful eyes. I can’t help but smile at Maverick when I say, “You bet. I would love a rematch.”
“You aren’t going to win, but we will happily kick your butt again,” Maverick says. Oliver snorts at his side, laughter dancing in his eyes.
Happiness looks good on him. I missed it.
“And… I think that’s our cue to leave,” Abby says, grabbing the collar of Maverick’s coat and guiding him to her car.
She must tell him something because he yells, “Thank you for having me over,” just before he hops in the backseat and slams the door shut.
Abby looks at me over the hood of her car. “Thanks for….” She leaves the sentence trailing off with many possibilities of how to fill the open space.
My mind flies to the kiss we just shared. Not only was it hot as fuck, but it was also passionate in a way I haven’t really experienced before.
The look in her eyes makes me think she is thinking the same thing. She shakes her head and hops behind the wheel.
Less than a minute later, they’re driving away. Oliver and I stare after the car until it disappears out of view.
“Did you have fun?” I ask, wrapping my arm around his shoulder as we walk up the steps.
I can feel his head bobbing in a nod, and I swear I hear the faintest traces of the word “yes.”
