She watched as he ran the sandpaper following along the grain of the wood. Kevin’s strong hand glided across the oak beneath it, the wood softening with each stroke. She couldn’t help but notice the muscles in his biceps bulging, and she crossed one leg over the other as she felt her temperature rise. She cleared her throat, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
He turned his head to look at her. He flashed her that sly, lopsided grin she didn’t realize she had loved so much until that moment. As their eyes met, she held his gaze, and she found herself wanting him to kiss her. She wondered if he could read the want plastered on her face.
He stood, never releasing his gaze from hers. He moved slowly towards her. He gently placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head to look at him.
“Please tell me you feel this?” He pleaded.
“I feel it,” she confessed breathlessly.
He placed his hands on each side of her face, gazing into her eyes. “I’m dying to kiss you.” He whispered, his lips lingering, inches from hers.
“What are you waiting for?” She asked playfully.
He moved ever so slowly towards her, driving her crazy, and she let out an impatient sigh.
He chuckled lowly as he moved, he stopped as soon as her breasts were touching him, at the top of his abdomen. He slid his thumbs along each side of her jaw before allowing them to caress down her petite neck slowly.
Her eyes darkened with desire, and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped past her lips as his fingers softly glided across her collarbone, his hot breath following his fingertips. He locked eyes with her, placing his arms around her waist.
He leaned in as he titled his head, “Jessica?”
She gave him a confused look.
He whistled to grab her attention, breaking her from her daydream. Her entire body jerked.
He laughed, “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he paused, “You were spacing on me.”
“Oh,” she couldn’t hide the disappointment in her tone.
“What were you thinking about?” He asked her.
“Oh, nothing, really.” She returned his sly, lopsided grin.