Touch by Touch (Riggins Brothers #4) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,26

something I love, I begin to sway my hips. His hands guide me as we move to the beat. He dips me low over his arm and spins me around before releasing me and going into the sprinkler. I’m laughing so hard it steals the breath from my lungs, but I keep on dancing as I gasp for air, watching him and his impressive moves.

“Is that the best you’ve got, Riggins?” I break out in the running man and watch in fascination as he throws his head back and roars with laughter. One song leads to another as we go back and forth, trying to one-up each other with our ridiculous over-the-top dance moves. It’s the most fun I’ve had in years, if not ever with a man.

When Brantley Gilbert’s “Let it Ride” comes on, the atmosphere changes. We’re no longer dancing to silly fast songs, and this one slows things down. I take a step back to put some space between us, but Conrad has other ideas. His arms snake around my waist, and he pulls me close to his chest, his hands resting low on my back, just above my ass. Neither one of us says a word as Brantley croons about being caught up in the moment and letting it ride. I couldn’t have chosen the lyrics better if I had written them myself.

Without conscious thought, I rest my head against his chest, and his arms hold me close. I listen to the lyrics of the song as it plays out how I’m feeling at this moment. It’s like fate knows we’re both fighting this attraction between us. I’m not blind. Even though I’ve been pretending that I don’t see it, I know he’s feeling the same desire I am. I see it in his eyes.

When I feel his lips press to the top of my head, I move from my position resting against his chest, and peer up at him. His hands that were holding me close move to cradle my face in the palm of his hands. His brown eyes are intense as they take me in. He looks to my lips and then back to my eyes. I recognize his intentions, and if he’s waiting for me to stop him, he’s going to be waiting a long time. I want this. I’ll think about the consequences later. Besides, it’s just a kiss.

Conrad leans in, and I want him to know I want this, so I stand on my tiptoes and bring us even closer together. His eyes darken, and I close my eyes, waiting for the press of his lips against mine.

He doesn’t disappoint me.

When our lips finally touch, it’s a feeling I’ve never experienced, almost as if I’m home. His lips are familiar and new all at the same time. My hands snake up around his neck and run through his hair. I give it a gentle tug, and he moans, deepening the kiss as his tongue slides past my lips.

He’s taller than me, so we’re at an awkward angle, and I wish I were taller. Conrad either feels my struggle or needs me closer too. Either way, the end result is him gripping my ass and lifting me in the air. Without being told, I wrap my arms and legs around him like a spider monkey, and the thought that I never want to let go filters through my mind.

I’m so distracted from our kiss that I don’t realize we are moving until he sets me on the kitchen counter. Keeping my legs locked around his waist, I use them as leverage and pull him as close to me as I can get him. He’s wearing lounge pants, and I’m in leggings, so I can feel him—every inch of him between my thighs. His lips trail down my neck, and the hussy that I am for him, I tilt my head to the side, giving him all the access he needs. He doesn’t get far due to his sweatshirt, and I’m cursing my idea to wear it today.

It doesn’t seem to deter him as his lips once again capture mine, and our tongues dance to the beat of the song. My hands roam over his back as his slide under his sweatshirt I’m wearing. His hands are warm and sure as they trail over my stomach to cup my breasts. I moan from somewhere deep inside, and I can’t find it in me to be ashamed. It’s been too damn long since