Page 48 of What If I See You

I do as I’m told and look to her for a nod of approval.

“Yeah. Okay, now I’m just gonna…” She shimmies herself between me and the doorway so her back is against the wall and she’s gazing up at me as I lean into her.

Hot damn.

This is nice having her all up in my space.

Or maybe I’m in hers.

Either way.

She’s adorably sexy in her black sweatpants and pink croppy t-shirt.

I dig the show of skin.

And she smells good too.

Like peaches and vanilla all rolled into one.

“Okay now, place your other hand on my hip.”

Yes please.

“A little harder,” she murmurs. “Like you’re uh…” She clears her throat. “Like you’re holding me in place.”

I tighten my grasp on her hip, my thumb rubbing against the space between the waistline of her sweatpants and the hem of her shirt. In this stance I stare down at her, my eyes falling to her chest and then her hip before her eyes rise up to meet mine. Her big round brown orbs connect with mine in a way that has me thinking all kids of fucking dirty thoughts and then she blinks.

“Okay, yeah,” she mumbles. “Got it. One more thing.”

Fuck, I kind of like when she takes control.

“You’re the boss, tell me what you need.”

“Okay so I’m going to pretend to step away, but I need your hand to come up to the side of my head like you’re going to?—”

“Like this?” Continuing my lean against the doorway, I let go of Layken’s hip and push my hand into her hair, tugging on the hold I have and then cupping the left side of her face. I bring my head down so our lips are mere centimeters away from each other and holy shit…the way she’s looking at me…

I can feel every breath she takes.

I can sense her heartrate picking up by the speed at which her chest rises and falls.

“Is this what turns all those book reading ladies on?”

“Y-y-yes,” she stutters breathily. “I think every woman wants a guy who isn’t afraid to invade her space just to get closer to her.”

“Is that how you feel too? Is that what your hopeless romantic heart yearns for?”

Her cheeks blush and she averts her eyes but answers, “I wouldn’t be opposed.”

She pulls the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth and nods and hell, I wish I knew what she’s thinking about right fucking now.

Me?

I’m thinking I kind of want to kiss her.

“Great. Okay.” She smiles up at me and pats my cheek. “Thank you, Griffin.” She starts to maneuver herself out from under me but I keep my hand in her hair and continue to hold her face as she tries to step away. She turns back toward me immediately catching my heady gaze, her breath hitching. I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue and I watch her watch me. I’m still dying to know what she’s thinking.

Does she want me to kiss her?

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