Page 28 of What the Heart Wants (Desires of the Heart 1)

She doesn’t need to say anything because it is written all over her face.

I thrust my hand in her hair and slam my lips into hers as I take her in a deep and hungry kiss. She gasps at the sudden movement, and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth.

Fuck, she tastes like coming home.

I knew it from the moment I saw her that this woman was going to be the one for us.

I kiss her like I’m starving, and I love how she responds to me.

Fuck, I need to pull myself together.

I can’t seem to stop though.

As the rain pours and beats on the windows, I pull her close to me and kiss her deeply. She lets out a moan when I bite her lip.

The only thing that has me pulling back is the loud thunder that causes both of us to jump.

I let out a laugh. “Fuck. Let’s get out of here,” I rasp out.

“Where to?” she asks, looking like she’s still in a daze.

“Well, the others wanted us to head back after we were done here,” I tell her as I buckle up.

“That sounds great,” she says with a genuine smile.

“Let’s go. I’m sure that they anxiously waiting,” I say as I pull out of the parking spot and head for home.

Chapter Twelve

Kyla

We pull up to their house and the front door opens. Grayson is standing there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

“Well, it’s about time,” he says as Asher and I run to the door since the rain hasn’t let up.

“We were having fun,” Asher says giving Grayson a light kiss on the lips.

“Right, it started raining over an hour ago,” he says with a smirk.

“Well Kyla was distracting,” Asher says as he sweeps his gaze over me. Both his and Grayson’s eyes darken as they take me in.

I look down and notice that you can see how hard my nipples are. Since I’m soaking wet, my shirt is practically painted on. I grab the black sweater I’m holding and put it on. It’s not hot in their house since they have the air conditioner running.

“Eyes up here,” I say as I pull my shirt down.

Both of their heads snap up and they smirk at me. I roll my eyes and walk past them.

“Well, where are the other two?” I ask walking towards the kitchen and grabbing myself a bottle of water from the fridge.

When I turn around, they are both looking at me with an expression I can’t explain.

“What’s that look for?” I ask.

“It’s just nice seeing you make yourself at home,” Grayson says with a small smile.

“I was thirsty,” I say with a shrug.

“Right,” Grayson says and walks towards the oven.

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