Page 143 of Into These Eyes
“Hmm, well, Isupposethey’re okay. Though, you forgot to ask if my toy is as big as you are.”
“That’s because I already know the answer.”
Then he kisses me, his lips gentle and sweet, his rapid breaths telling me he’s holding back. And I don’t want him to. Fisting my hands in his t-shirt, I swipe my tongue across his lower lip and am rewarded with a deep rumble before his tongue finds mine.
Damn he feels so good, tastes so good, does such wonderful things to my body that I never dreamed I’d experience in my life. Feeling like I’m the one who now wants to drag him to the floor, I release his t-shirt and reluctantly finish the kiss.
“Your coffee’s getting cold,” I remind him.
Refusing to release me, he grins. “Is that your way of saying we need to cool it?”
“If we don’t, I think we might start a kitchen fire.”
He drops his forehead to mine, cups my face and nudges our noses. “Just getting to kiss you is a goddamn miracle.”
My stomach flips at his words, at the intimate way he’s holding me. And I can’t help myself. I kiss him again. His needy growl vibrates against my mouth, the kiss deepening as our hips grind and sway, sending sparks flying all over again.
This time, he breaks away first, his chest heaving against mine as he fights for control. “Well, I suppose we shouldn’t burn the house down just yet. Not while there’s a secret to uncover.”
I huff out a frustrated sigh and step back, hating the cool air that seeps into all the places his body kept me warm.
Just like he does every morning, he moves aside, giving me access to the coffee machine.
“So, what’s the plan?” he asks. “I’m presuming we’ll wait until you get home from work before—”
“Oh, I’m not going to work today.”
He lets out a long, relieved sigh and grins. “Thank God. I was kind of nervous about being alone with that sadistic sister of yours.”
Smiling back, I get my coffee going, then do what I always do. I reach around him to grab a spoon from the drawer. Only this time, I slip my hand beneath his t-shirt and trail my fingertips across his back.
When I return to the coffee machine, he’s watching me with smouldering eyes.
“When can we expect the sadistic one to emerge?” he asks.
I snort out a laugh. “You know, she’d probably get a kick out of it if you called her that to her face.”
“Oh, I have no doubt.”
“Well, she’s still a teenager, and she was up pretty late, so I’d say she’ll probably emerge around lunchtime.”
He nods thoughtfully as I pick up my coffee and lean against the counter.
“How’d you like to give me a hand?” he asks.
He laughs when my eyebrows shoot up.
“I’m talking about another kind of job. Like helping me prep the side of the house so it’s ready for painting.”
Sounds like a great distraction. “I’d love to.”
“We should get cracking before it gets too hot. Put your swimmers on under your clothes. Trust me, you’ll want to dive straight in the pool when we’re done.”
Ten minutes later, after choosing a pair of swimmers Anika won’t have a fit over, then dressing in an old t-shirt and shorts, we make our way around to the side of the house. With Benny’s help, they’ve already completed the rear and the other side, where Gavin and Anika’s bedrooms are located, so we won’t be disturbing sleeping beauty.
After showing me all the lower parts of the cladding that need sanding back and how to do it, Gavin hands me a pair of gloves.
“You’re not wearing any,” I point out.
