Page 36 of Dangerous Secret

“Yes, with magic hands and other parts of me.” He rocked his hips again.

“When?”

“Soon.” He trailed his fingers down her legs then backup that silky skin, and a groan lodged in his throat when she shivered. He was a saint for managing to keep his hands from slipping under her T-shirt and filling them with breasts that he was sure would be a perfect fit. It was time to end this little session before that thin thread did break. “But right now…” He stood and let her feet fall to the floor. “Let’s go downstairs.”

As he followed her down the stairs, his gaze slid down to her long legs, legs he now knew felt like silk under his fingertips. And that perfect ass. He wanted his hands on those round globes, too. He shook his head as he squeezed his eyes closed. If he wasn’t looking at her, maybe he could get his raging lust under control. And… He missed a step and stumbled down the stairs, taking her with him.

Somehow, he managed to keep them both upright as they bounced their way to the living room floor. When they came to a stop, he was wrapped around her, his front to her back. And… Damn it, their position did absolutely nothing to fix his problem as his erection was happily aligned with the crevice of her bottom.

“Well, that was fun,” she said as she glanced over her shoulder at him with a grin on her face.

“Are you okay?”

“I am. Really.”

You can let go of her now, Montana.He reluctantly dropped his arms and stepped back. “Sorry about that. I guess I tripped.” More like his brain was too busy imagining how his hands would feel on her to worry about messaging his feet on the mechanics of walking down the stairs.

He put his hand on her lower back. “Come sit at the island while I fix us some lunch.”

“I can help.”

“Thanks, but I got it. We’ll talk while I make us a grilledcheese sandwich.” He wanted to take care of her, to feed her, to make her laugh, to show her that not every man was like her ex. “What would you like to drink?” He pulled a stool away from the island for her.

She slid onto the seat. “Water’s fine.”

“Told you we timed it just right,” Cooper said, as he and Liam walked in from the deck and saw Grayson at the stove.

Grayson pointed a spatula at them. “I do have a front door that comes with a doorbell.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Cooper glanced at Harlow and winked. “You’d never guess it, but he loves us.”

“True that.” Liam settled on the stool next to her.

Grayson sighed as he gathered up more bread and cheeses. “You both only love me because I feed you.”

“Also true,” Liam said. “Not our fault you’re so good at it.”

“Is there a reason y’all are here besides to eat my food?”

Cooper nodded. “Yup.”

“Okay, but let’s eat first, then we’ll talk.” He didn’t want to ruin Harlow’s lunch. When he glanced at her, she softly smiled. He smiled back.

“Oh, boy,” Liam muttered. He and Cooper shared a look.

Yeah,oh, boywas right. He was falling for her, and his two best friends saw it clear as day.

Chapter 16

Harlow decided that a heavy make-out session seriously enhanced the appetite. Either that or Grayson’s grilled cheese sandwiches were so good that she couldn’t resist a second one when he offered. He’d made them on sourdough bread, and inside were three different gourmet cheeses, crisp bacon and a sliced tomato. She never would have thought to put a tomato on a grilled cheese sandwich, but right then and there, she decided that was the only way she was going to eat them from now on.

She nibbled on the kettle chips he’d added to the plates while the guys ate their third sandwich. “Where are you people putting that?” Liam still sat next to her, and Grayson and Cooper were on the other side of the island, standing up to eat.

“Growing boy here,” Cooper said, patting his stomach.

She loved the banter and all-in-fun insults they slung at each other. It was obvious that there was love and respect among them. She envied their friendship. She’d had close friends once, and seeing these guys together made her regret even more that she’d allowed Anthony to cut her off from her friends.

Cooper pulled the bread apart on the last half of his sandwich and eyed the cheese. “What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?”

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