between my legs. And it wasn’t the embarrassing hypersensitivity-induced arousal that tended to hit me at inopportune times. This was different.
Had he been thinking about kissing me? What would I have done if he had? If his mouth had followed his gaze and dropped to connect with mine. Would I have kissed him back?
I would have. Eagerly. And I didn’t know how to feel about that.
Wanting to be kissed by a guy I barely knew was not normal Skylar behavior. I was firmly a take-it-slow and play-it-safe kind of person. I didn’t open up to people easily, emotionally or physically. When I’d first started dating Cullen, I’d thought he was a good fit for me primarily because he was so patient. He hadn’t pressured me to get physical with him right away. It had felt as if he were giving me time and space to get to know him first—time that I’d needed.
But how well had I really known him? It was clear now that I hadn’t known him at all.
And here I was, daydreaming about kissing Gavin Bailey, a man I’d practically just met.
Stranger still, I wasn’t just daydreaming about kissing him. I’d spent my morning daydreaming about doing a lot of things with Gavin, and kissing was merely the beginning.
That wasn’t normal Skylar behavior either.
The desk Dad had set up for me in my bedroom looked out over the front yard. His house was on a quiet side street, not far from downtown Tilikum—and the firehouse, of course. This was a nice spot for writing. Peaceful. Not too many distractions, although the neighbor’s little dog chasing the squirrels that ran across the fence was amusing.
Chasing. Running up the stairs with Gavin at my heels, his hands playfully grabbing for me. He slams the bedroom door behind us and immediately rips off my clothes—and his. Our mouths tangle as we fall onto the bed. His muscles flex as he crawls on top of me and—
A knock at the front door jolted me back to reality. I blew out a breath and picked up a notebook to quickly fan my face.
I went down the stairs with a little thrill of anticipation making my tummy flutter. I wasn’t expecting Gavin, but what if he’d decided to drop by? That thought made me both excited and nervous.
Before I could get myself too worked up, I answered the door. It wasn’t Gavin, but the little flare of disappointment was immediately tamped down by the smiling face on Dad’s doorstep. Ginny.
She threw her arms around me and wrapped me in a tight hug. “Oh my god, I missed you so much.”
I hugged her back. “I missed you too.”
After a squeeze, she let go. Her brown hair was in a cute bun and she wore a light blue trench coat. “Are you okay? You seem surprised to see me.”
“I was just… doing a little writing and I guess I lost track of where I was. I forgot you were getting into town today.” I stepped aside and gestured for her to come in.
“You were writing?” She came in and I shut the door behind her. “Is that good news, or are you just going to delete it later?”
“I guess writing might be an exaggeration. I was staring out the window a lot.” And fantasizing about getting naked with a firefighter. I led her back to the kitchen. “Do you want some tea?”
“Tea sounds great.” She took her coat off and hung it on the back of a chair, then sat.
I eyed the plastic container of cookies Gavin had left. “Cookie?”
“Yum. Yes, please.”
I put the tea kettle on and got us each a cookie on a little plate.
“Did you make these?”
“No. Um, remember Gavin Bailey, the guy I hit with my car?”
“The hot firefighter?”
I glanced away. “Yes, well, he made them.”
“He brought you cookies?”
“Yes.”
“Let me get this straight. You run over a hot firefighter and then he bakes you cookies?” She broke off a piece of cookie and popped it in her mouth. “Oh my god, that’s good.”
“I didn’t run him over.”
“I know. I’m being mildly dramatic like you were when you told me about your little accident. How is he, by the way?”
Distractingly sexy. “His leg is broken, so obviously that’s impacting his life. He’s on leave until he’s out of his cast. The crutches are uncomfortable, but his leg itself isn’t bothering him too much.”
She raised her eyebrows. “That was a very detailed answer.”
“Was it?”
“I thought you’d just say he’s fine or something.” She