Page 240 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
My back hits the sink. “Careful, now. You’re gonna flood the whole damn building.”
I half-spin, trying to pin the hose between us. Water sprays in a wild arc over our heads. We’re gonna be in so much trouble, but it’ll be worth it.
I’ll pay whatever the costs are for the unguarded moment between us. Her feet slip on the wet floor, and I grab her waist to steady her.
“You wanna play dirty?” Her accusation is so sharp my insides clench with a hunger I haven’t felt in a long time.
“I was helpin’.”
She elbows me.
I groan.
She takes the chance to try to twist the nozzle out of my grip. It only brings us closer together. Our faces are inches apart now. The hose is pinned between us. Her chest against mine. Her fingers slip over the trigger. My hands cover hers.
Breathless.
Wet.
Every part of me is aware of her. The heat of her under the water. The curve of her hip brushing me.
Her mouth parts like she’s about to say something.
Her grip loosens a little. So does mine.
But neither of us moves away.
The water slows to a drip between us, trailing down the hose. And we stand here, eyes locked, noses almost brushing.
“You gonna surrender?” I ask quietly, voice rougher than it has any right to be.
“Never.” Her word drips with a slow, sultry heat that pulls me closer.
My eyes drift. Her shirt clings to her skin, highlighting the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts. I feel a heat rise in my chest, but it’s not just lust. It’s something warmer, softer. A connection that feels electric.
She catches me looking and smirks, giving me another squirt. “Eyes up here, Hart.”
I catch her beautiful hazel eyes with flecks of green in them. The air thickens with unspoken words and acknowledged desires.
We’re inches apart now, breath mingling, the laughter fading into something intense.
“Are you plannin’ on kissing me?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there’s a vulnerability there I can’t ignore.
I swallow, my heart pounding against her ribs.
“I want to.”
Her eyes search mine, and I see the same longing, the same hesitation.
Then, slowly, she tilts her head. “Well, don’t just stand there, cowboy.”
I don’t overthink it. Hell, I’ve been thinking about it all damn day.
I lean in, and her breath hitches before our lips meet.
It’s tentative at first.
A brush of lips.
