Rilley’s pov

“I need air,” I said, pushing off the kitchen counter before I did something stupid like pull his jeans down right there.

My shorts were still damp and my skin felt too hot. The back patio door slid open easily and the afternoon heat hit me in the face. Private yard, high fences, no one looking in. I leaned against the railing and tried to breathe normally.

Grant followed two minutes later like I knew he would.

He walked over to the covered grill and lifted the lid like that was the real reason he came outside. “Thought I’d check if we need to clean this thing.”

“Bullshit.”...