Page 241 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
A shared breath.
But then it deepens, an inner yearning taking over.
Her hands find my neck and her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. My arms slide around her waist, pulling her against me. The dampness of our bodies is forgotten in the heat of the moment.
The shelter fades away—the barking and the meowing. There’s only her, only us—only this.
Her lips are soft. Her kiss is urgent. And I lose myself in the taste of her, the feel of her body against mine. It’s like coming home and finding something I didn’t know I’d been searching for.
Her hands slide down my back, pulling me tighter. The water fight has left us both breathless, but this is a different kind of breathlessness. It’s the kind that comes from wanting—from needing—and finally allowing yourself to feel.
I tilt up her chin with my thumb, deepening the kiss. My tongue traces the seam of her lips. She opens to me, a soft moan escaping her throat. I taste the sweetness of her. Lord knows, I’ve longed to taste her again.
But just as the kiss intensifies, the door creaks open, and the volunteer walks in, freezing mid-step.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
Jade and I pull apart, fast and flushed.
I clear my throat, stepping forward to take the T-shirts. “Sorry about that. We got a little carried away.”
The volunteer smiles, but there’s a knowing glint in her eyes. “No worries. You can pay for those on your way out.”
“Thanks.”
When she leaves, Jade glares at me. “That was mortifying.”
“Not a turn on? Maybe a kink you like?”
She snatches a T-shirt from me. “Turn around.”
“Turn around?”
“Yes.” Her hands shove me away from her. “I can’t trust you to see my breasts. You’ll be liable to take me on this soaking wet floor.”
Fuck yes. Lying her in the water and—
“I’m not opposed to that.”
“Exactly.” She makes a shooing motion with her hands. “Turn around.”
I turn and stare at a wall as I pull the shirt over my head. “I’ll bet there’s a lock on the door.”
“No.” But she laughs. “You can turn back around.”
I turn around, and she looks adorable with the little paw prints around her breasts. I can still feel them against me.
“Here. We made a mess.” She hands me one of the two mops and cock blocks us both.
It doesn’t take us long to clean, pay, and say goodbye to Hershey and Godiva before heading outside with our matching new T-shirts.
“Didn’t expect to bond with them like that,” I admit, as I hold open the door for her.
“Same. I wasn’t ready for that level of puppy love.” She opens an adoption flyer she’d grabbed on the way out. “They’ve left a paw size hole in my heart.”
We don’t make it half a dozen steps out the door, and we run straight into the Quylt sisters.
“Fancy runnin’ into you two here.” Wilma shuffles back a step, trying to tuck something into her leather saddle bag in a not-so-smooth manner.
