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“Well, Diego's freaking out.”
“Well, maybe if you went to the doctor, nobody would be worried. Did you go see the doctor?”
“Yes,” I ground out. I curled my arms around my waist, spinning away and pacing back and forth by the table.
“I’m not sure why you’re upset. I bet you’d say something to Cat, or Flynn, or Nora if you found me passed out,” Grant pointed out.
He was right, but I wasn’t about to let him know that. I threw my hands up in the air, letting them fall. I stomped back over to him, resting my hands on my hips as I glared at him.
He leaned forward, tossing his phone onto the table, way too calm and relaxed about this.
“So what did the doctor say?”
“Well, it's none of your fucking business, but I am fine. You know medical information is private,” I said.
Grant rolled his eyes. “Fine. You don't have to tell me, but if you’ve got something going on, maybe you could let your family know.”
I flung my hands in the air again. Grant leaned back in his chair. “If you don’t want people to think this is a big deal, maybe you shouldn't be so mad about it.”
“Oh. My. God.”
While I normally had to look up at Grant since I was short and he was tall, we were almost eye level with him seated and me standing. I leaned forward, pressing my fingertip into his chest.
Grant’s silvery-blue eyes met mine, darkening. I abruptly realized, way too late, that I waswaaa-yyytoo close to him. With my fingertip pressed into his chest, I could feel the heat emanating from him. It traveled up my arm, flames flickering and radiating outward. My belly flipped, and my breath became short.
I tried to tell myself to back away, but I couldn’t. I clung to my anger like a lifeline. “You shouldn't have told Diego anything. It's my business.”
Grant didn't look away. It felt as if he were meeting the dare I'd flung in his direction and catching the fiery arrow of it. He actually shrugged, narrowing his eyes. “What exactly are you going to do about it?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but then I leaned closer. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't intend to kiss him, but maybe I was. I still hadn't forgotten our kiss from the other night. I’d told myself for days that I would remember all the reasons kissing Grant Walker was a foolish, stupid idea and never kiss him again.
Foolish or not, my body had its own opinion. Our mouths met, and it felt as if lightning bolts struck between us. I was fighting a war within myself, and it was futile. His hand slid around to cup my nape, drawing me closer.
All rational thought scattered like leaves blown away with a bracing gust of wind. I shimmied onto his lap, straddling him. He was all lean muscle, fluid under my touch, warm and strong and hard in more places than one. I shimmied even closer, savoring the feel of his arousal against me.
I gasped when he snaked an arm around my waist, banding me tight against him. All of this felt so good. My nipples ached where they pressed against his muscled chest.
I broke free from his mouth, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. Our eyes met, and we stared at each other. It was as if we had an entire conversation without words.
This is crazy.
I know. But it feels so good.
I know.
It's stupid.
I know, but I want you too much.
I didn't realize I whispered that last part aloud until he whispered in return, “I know. I do too.”
On the heels of another breath, we were kissing again. He drew away too soon. For a split second, I thought he was going to be the sane one. He would tell me we should stop right now and slam the brakes on this madness.
Instead, he nipped at my earlobe, and I shivered in his arms, biting my lip. I tried to hold back a moan, but it slipped out. His lips teased at the sensitive skin just beneath my ear before blazing a trail of hot kisses down my neck. One kiss followed the next with a soft brush of his lips, open and wet. Goose bumps broke out all over my skin, and sensation sizzled down my spine in a fiery shiver.
He muttered something, lifting his head and hooking his hand on the hem of my shirt. In another second, cool air struck my skin as he lifted it up and over my head. I was a practical woman for the most part, except when it came to my underwear. Today, I wore a deep navy silk bra, the cups barely covering my nipples.
Grant’s gaze dipped down and then lifted to mine again, the look there dark.
