Page 52 of Summer Kisses

I paused at the entrance to the kitchen.

Dalton was leaning against the counter, a coffee mug in his hand.

I tugged on the edge of Brady's shirt, wishing I'd thrown on panties or even shorts. I hoped that we'd continue what we started last night.

When Brady saw me standing there, he held his arm out for me, and I went willingly to his side. "Are you hungry?"

"Starved."

Dalton was watching us. "I hope you don't mind me dropping by. Oakley needed her space this morning."

Before I could respond, Brady said, "This is your place. You can always crash here."

I stiffened. "Oakley doesn't want you to stay with her?"

Dalton shrugged. "Eh. I'm sure she'll change her mind. The hormones have her all over the place. She's up and down, worried about the baby and concerned about us."

I was hoping to have some time alone with Brady.

"You two seem cozy," Dalton remarked.

"We're engaged," I said, trying to think about how I'd react to this situation if my relationship with Brady were real and I'd planned on having sex on this very counter this morning.

"Do you mind if Dalton moves back in for a bit?" Brady asked as if he'd only just realized I lived here too.

"We should talk about it." When Dalton wasn't around to hear us.

"Can you keep an eye on the stove?" Brady asked Dalton, and at his nod, he took my hand and let me into the powder room, shutting the door.

I placed my palms on his chest. "You can't just move people in without talking about it with me first."

"This is my brother though."

I tipped my head to the side. "If we were really engaged, you'd have to consult with me. You can't just move people in and out."

Brady swallowed. "You're right. I just never thought there would be a time when Dalton wouldn't be welcomed here."

"It's not that he's not welcome; it's that we live here together now. This is our house, and I want time alone with you."

Brady's eyes widened. Then he looked me up and down. "What are you wearing under my shirt?"

His hand landed on my thigh and drifted under the hem. I widened my stance as his hand cupped my pussy, and he groaned. "Why is Dalton here?"

I gave him a pointed look. "Exactly."

"I see what you mean." His fingers eased through my folds, teasing my entrance. "I can't believe you came into the kitchen in just my T-shirt, and I can't even act on it."

"I had plans for the kitchen counter,” I said breathlessly.

"Mmm. I'm liking that idea."

I gripped his shoulders, needing more.

He lifted me, setting my ass on the edge of the counter, and pulled the shirt over my head, leaving me naked. "So beautiful." He sucked one nipple into his mouth, and when he lifted his mouth.

My fingers curled in the hair at the base of his neck, not wanting him to go anywhere.

"I want you all to myself."

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