Page 92 of Barefoot Dreams
“No, I mean give me something to do.”
“What? Griff, you just got off shift!”
“And? Look at that line.” He gestures to the fast-growing number of people. “But I have to warn you, I’m not good at making coffee or cooking so maybe I can wash the dishes?”
“You’re serious,” I gape.
“Of course I am. I’m in it with you no matter what we are doing.”
Be still my heart.
This man, this gorgeous man, my brother’s best friend I’ve had a crush on forever wants to wash dishes just to help me out.
“Birdy.” His voice changes. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we’ll either have to close the shop or give your customers a free show with their coffee.”
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like you’re considering what routine we should do.”
Liquid fire spreads through my blood at the sound of his words and every inch of me now feels extra sensitive, extra desperate to feel him. The memory of all the routines he did on me the other night flashing in front of my eyes like delicious torture.
God, I can still feel the size of him in between my thighs. A second later there is a low, warning groan coming from the man in front of me and it’s that low groan of his that has me shifting on my feet.
Who knew that could be so hot.
“Don’t tempt me, little J.” He steps closer, his mouth right at the shell of my ear. “You might know my sweet and chickenshit sides, but you’ve yet to meet the one that wants to rip that sweet dress off your body, spread you wide open on that counter behind you, and slam as deep as I can into you. So deep, so hard, the entirety of Loverly Cave would know who you belong to now.”
Oh, sweet- daisies-holy-radishes and all the rest of the saint herbs…
“D-dishes,” I stutter, trying to piece my brain together. “Dishes are over there.” I point a shaky finger over to the arching doorway before I can do something stupid like slip the strap of my dress down for him. To make it easier.
With another heated look, he turns his glorious back at me and struts through the archway. I’m shaking my head, wearing a bright blush on my face when Lia elbows me to take the next customer.
Thankfully, I get lost in the routine that is my work and not think about sex with Griffin. Much.
For some reason, today is extra busy and when I glance at the clock a whole hour has passed already.
“What’s wrong?” Griff asks, sliding behind me out of nowhere, his hands damp and warm from all the dishes he washed.
“No, nothing. I just need to go water my plants at home and this line is not getting any smaller. The lunch rush should’ve dwindled by now.” I feel my forehead creasing.
It’s not ultra-important, but I like to take good care of my plants. They are my babies and some of them have very specific needs.
“Did you leave your front door open again?”
“What?” I turn my head to look at Griffin.
“I’ll go water your plants, little J. So, is the door open as usual? Inviting all the criminals into your home?”
I huff out a laugh. “The worst that could happen is finding one of the Love Hive activists in my home.”
“Like I said…criminals. Organized ones too.”
This time I can’t help the laugh bursting out of me. He is dead serious too. And maybe a little right.
“Yeah, it’s open. Are you sure you don’t mind?” I ask when the giggles pass.
Griffin winds his arms around my waist, pulling me to his front and kisses my neck. His touch is tender, soft and I can’t help but melt into it. How does one man go from rough to soft, from a gentleman to a savage in a blink of an eye.
