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“Did I upset you?”
“No. Well, yes.” Kiera heard a growl and realized it came from her. Why did he have to sit so close? He could’ve picked the chair across the table, but no, he picked the one next to her. “Why?”
“Why what?” He moved his hand to her shoulder.
“Why did you do it?”
Gray leaned forward, and his voice became a mere whisper. “Because I couldn’t stop myself. Like now.”
She saw the intent in his eyes, but the press of his lips on hers startled her anyway.
He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her for a few more seconds before pulling his lips away. “Are you free this weekend?”
The kiss had been more gentle than passionate, yet it blew her mind away. “I’m off until Monday.”
“Let’s spend it together.” He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek then slipped it behind her neck. “I don’t know what we’ll do. It’s so damn cold, but I want to be with you.”
She was anything but cold.
“We could go skiing. I haven’t been in a long time. Or what about ice-skating? Or we could see what movies are playing. Whatever you want,” Gray said.
Since he’d made the first move before, she’d take the lead now. Butterflies tickled her insides
as she leaned forward and kissed him.
Kiera might have instigated their second kiss, but she didn’t keep control of it. Instead, Gray left her in charge just long enough for her to put her arms over his shoulders. Once she did that, he changed the angle of his mouth, applying more pressure and tugging her into his lap. Heat consumed her when he slipped his tongue between her lips. Lord, the man could kiss.
Gray moved his lips to her ear lobe. “It’ll be fun. I promise. What do you say?” His breath was hot against her skin.
Kiera nodded as Gray switched his attention from her ear to her neck.
“I think I’d like to go ice skating.” She managed to get the words out as she pulled his head back towards hers for another kiss.
She was in Gray’s lap. Kissing him. Heat was coursing through her body. Her teenaged fantasies were coming true, and she didn’t have a clue why.
That wasn’t going to stop her, though. Matter of fact, it wasn’t until the oven timer buzzed that she realized she was still baking the cupcakes.
And it was only the threat of burned cupcakes that could convince Gray to let go.
She’d made out with Gray. Talk about a surprise. Kiera started the next show on her DVR but peeked over at Gray. He sat close. Unfortunately, he didn’t show any signs of kissing her again anytime soon which was what she wanted him to do.
Was his behavior now normal? Maybe Gray liked to get a woman all hot and bothered and then act like nothing had happened. Or maybe this was how Gray acted after he decided he shouldn’t have kissed a woman in the first place. If that was the case, why was he still sitting beside her? He sat so close she could smell the soap he’d used that morning.
The current episode of her favorite television show ended, and Kiera stood. “You can put on whatever you want.” She handed him the remote. “I’m going to frost those cupcakes. They’re cool enough now.” She wished she could cool off the way they had. “Do you want chocolate or vanilla frosting?”
“Surprise me.”
That was the word of the day. Kiera headed into the kitchen and grabbed what she needed for chocolate frosting. As she worked, she waited for a new television show to start. Instead, the television beeped as Gray switched it off.
“I might need to take some cupcakes home with me tonight.”
Gray’s voice came from behind her, and, without looking, she knew he stood close to her.
“You can take them all. I don’t need any more junk food hanging around. If I splurge much more this winter, I’m going to need new jeans.”
“Knock it off. You look fantastic and you never go nuts with junk food.” He came to stand next to her. “The only reason you might want new jeans is because those have holes in them.” Gray traced her jaw with his finger.
Kiera attacked the ingredients in the bowl with a spoon. “Gray, this is like the third time you’ve seen me in three years. Maybe I’ve become a junk food junky.” She heard the bite in her tone.
