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Eagerly I deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping into Grant’s mouth, finding and sparring with his. A soft moan leaves me, my nipples twin peaks pressing insistently against the flimsy material of my bra.
His kisses are even better than my memory.
I could have kissed him forever if not for a sharp whistle pulling us apart.
Grant’s pupils are dilated, and I can’t help sneaking a glance down at his crotch and suppressing a delighted grin that his jeans are much tighter there than before. Much like his mad kissing skills, I’m thinking my engineer might be packing a lot of surprises for me.
Ones I’m quite eager to enjoy.
Reluctantly, I drag my eyes from Grant’s enticing package and investigate the whistle. I see the Wolfhound dashing for his owner. I also spy something else.
“Cleanup time,” I say to Grant.
Poor guy looks completely befuddled.
I helpfully point to where Tory’s doing his business. “Doggie landmine.”
The light dawns in his brown eyes and an embarrassed frown pulls down his kissable lips. He pats at his pockets, his frown deepening. “Shit.”
“Exactly that,” I say with a grin, pulling an orange doggie doo bag out of my hip pocket. Handing it over, I try not to laugh when he dutifully walks over to where Tory left his deposit.
My laughter dies when both Barnabas and Quentin squat and do the same. With a shrug, I stride over. All in the life of a dog owner.
Another awesome feature of this park is the adjacent facilities for humans. Grant and I take turns ducking into those to scrub up. When I return, he’s playing frisbee with all three dogs and I’m impressed.
“I might have forgotten the bags, but I had toys,” he says with a grin.
The next thirty minutes are spent tiring the dogs and us out as we play frisbee and dash around the dog park. After the pups are in their respective vehicles again, Grant and I linger between the vehicles.
“I have a fenced-in yard,” Grant begins, shoving his hands in his pockets, “if you wanted to come over Barnabas and Quentin would be safe out there…”
My eyes pop. And here I thought engineers were supposed to be shy and nerdy. Though he did approach me first, after all. “Grant, are you inviting me over to your place for a booty call?” I tease.
“No!” He practically shouts, whipping his hands out of his pockets and waving them back and forth in denial.
Yep, cuteness overload with this guy.
I shrug. “Well, that’s a shame.”
Stepping closer to him, I go up on my tiptoes, grip his shoulders and place my lips next to his ear. “Let me drop the dogs off at home and then I’ll be over,” I whisper, before dancing my tongue up the outer shell of his ear.
