My hair is plastered to my cheeks, and my dress is glued to my body. Griffin looks like he just walked out of the ocean.
He pushes his wet hair back with both hands. “Holy shit.”
I start laughing again, chest heaving. “That escalated.”
“I told you it was coming.”
“No, you said—” A hiccup-laugh cuts me off. “You said we were about to get hit. You didn’t say by the wrath of God.”
His grin softens into something warm. Something that makes my stomach flip.
Rain pours down the windshield so hard it blurs everything outside.
Inside the car, it’s just us.
Breathless.
Soaked.
Close.
Griffin’s eyes drop to my shirt. “You’re drenched.”
I snort. “You’re one to talk.”
He drags a hand over his face, wiping water from his jawline. “We really need to stop meeting like this.”
“Like what?”
“Half-clothed and soaked through.”
My pulse spikes.
He notices. I know he does. His jaw flexes the smallest bit.
The rain keeps pounding, the world stays blurred, and inside this car, everything feels sharper.
More intense.
More… inevitable.
Neither of us moves or looks away.
The rain keeps hammering the roof. The windows fog fast, a slow, creeping haze that closes us in. The only light comes from the storm outside. It’s gray and silver and flickering faintly through the downpour.
His eyes trace over me like he can’t look anywhere else.
Water drips from my hair to my shoulder, then slides down between my breasts. His heated gaze follows it, and I feel my nipples tighten against the thin fabric of my dress. It’s soaked and stuck to my skin.
I should be cold, but I’m not. I’m burning.
My heart kicks hard against my ribs.
One breath. Two.
Then we both snap.
I scramble across the console, and Griffin catches me the second I’m in reach. Climbing onto his lap, I straddle him, knees on either side of his hips, soaked fabric sticking to leather. His hands are already on my thighs, gripping hard.
