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“She is,” I say in a rush. If I didn’t get my mind out of the gutter I’d have everyone within a ten-foot radius noticing just how much she’s caught my eye.

My phone pings with an incoming message and when I pull it out of my pocket I can’t help but smile at the awaiting message.

Kyra: I saved you a piece of warm cherry pie.

“Damn,” I groan. Of course my mind goes in the dirtiest direction possible.

“Hey grams,” I look away from my phone and find her at the opposite end of the table. “Are we good here? Or do you need me to get anything else?”

“Oh that’s it, hun,” she waves me off. “Go over there and see that sweet girl, and tell her gran hello for me.”

Like she read my mind I offer her a wave and start across the square.

Stepping up onto the curb, her gran is the first to notice me and nudges Kyra. When she glances back over her shoulder she offers me a sweet smile. “Did you come to get that piece of pie?”

Oh Lord did I ever!

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

Garrett

“I’m here for my pie,”I whisper near her ear as I lean in from behind. I thought she would jerk in surprise but instead she leans her body back against mine and I bring my hand to rest on her hip.

“I put it inside the warmer.” Her voice seems breathy and just the tone of it makes me hard. I try not to press into her too much, for fear of creating a scene.

“Do you want it now?” I wasn’t sure if we were still talking about the actual pie she saved me or something else. To be honest right now the pastry is the last thing on my mind.

“I could go for something sweet,” I tell her, and she turns in my arms and looks up at me through her long lashes. Damn it, her turquoise eyes do things to me, uncontrollable things.

Without another word she takes my hand in hers and together we walk toward the front door. The bell chimes as we step inside of Sugarland Bakery and the sound of it echoes over the empty space.

“Did you get your grandmother all set up?”

“I did,” I reply, watching her from behind. When she glances back at me over her shoulder a rush of heat courses through me. It's the look in her eyes and the way she is biting her lip that are my undoing. If I didn’t know better I’d say Kyra might be a little turned on.

She reaches out and pushes open the swinging door and practically drags me through them with her.

Once we are in the kitchen she turns to face me. A short distance remains between us, one that allows me to see her from head to toe. A red tank top, cut off shorts and a pair of hiking boots that are broken in, and don’t look out of place on her at all.

“I figure we have about ten minutes before Gran comes looking for me.” I laugh because it's true. I swear the woman has radar for when Kyra and I are even remotely close to anything pleasurable.

“Ten minutes huh?” I doubt we have that long.

“Maybe five,” she corrects herself and takes a step toward me.

Bringing her hand up to rest on the center of my chest, my heart rate picks up. “I thought you had pie for me?” I ask as I place my hand over hers.

“I can get it for you,” she slides her hand upward, dragging her finger over the center of my neck, and to the left. Chills cover my shoulders and span out over my back. “Or,” she adds as she lifts herself up onto her tiptoes and kisses my lips softly.

She didn’t have to say anything more, I’d rather have her. Hooking her by the waist I start walking us backwards toward the pantry, seeking any amount of privacy I can offer us. Pressing her back against the wall I take over the kiss and smile when she moans.

I’m wound so tight from days and days of wanting her and continuously being interrupted. God love her gran, but she has terrible timing.

Cupping her ass, I pull her body tighter to mine. “We better not waste these five minutes then.”

I grind against her and swallow her gasp when she feels how hard I’ve already become. I know I should stop this, but I can’t seem to. For years I’ve wanted Kyra, and for weeks I’ve gotten only a taste here and there. It’s too much, I want more, I want so much more.

Snapping the button on her shorts and slipping my hand beyond the band of her panties and what I find is that she is as turned on as I am. Wetness meets my fingertip and I glide over her clit and part her, finding her weeping and needy.

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