Page 48 of Back in the Country
Panicked, her eyes are huge as she gapes at me.
“But what if he needs something? What if something happens? What if—”
I love my siblings, but there’s something different about the way Sorren and Marlee love each other. It’s probably laced with needing to survive and relying only on each other—no matter how brief. There’s love and trust and an unhealthy dose of dependency neither one will acknowledge no matter how well-meaning.
“I got him settled and he promises to call.”
“But—”
I stand and pull her up with me.
“You are exhausted, baby. Let’s get some food in you, then you can get some sleep.”
“But—”
“Go pack a bag; you can stay at my place tonight.”
Her eyes widen but they also heat, like a pot brought to a gentle simmer.
“Your place?”
“If you stay here, you’re going to be checking every creak of the house. You need some sleep.”
She scans my face, which I try to keep carefully neutral. My body craves her touch, and being this close is a test of my willpower. She’s tired but still so damn pretty. I smile and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, the strands feeling like silk in my fingers.
“I’ll make you some mean reheated chicken and waffles I grabbed from Mama and Daddy’s.”
“That’s cheating.” A slow, playful grin pulls at her lips. Kissable, bitable,fuckablelips.
I swallow. “I’m fine playing dirty.”
She takes a step toward me until we’re toe to toe. My breathing is already ragged as her gaze drops to my mouth.
“How dirty?” The words are laced with so much promise that I have to swallowtwicebefore I can respond. My dick is punching at my zipper, and if she leans in any more she’ll be able to feel what she can do to me with a few words and gazes.
“Go. Pack.” I try to be stern, but she looks wicked as she backs away before turning and walking to her room. My jaw is still clenched, but my eyes follow her perfect ass until she disappears from view.Shit.
I’m sure Sorren didn’t intend for me to fuck his sister when he asked me to take care of her, but damn, if she keeps that up I won’t be able to resist.
Marlee saunters back in the room but with slightly less bravado than she had before. Her gaze slides to Sorren’s closed door, and I move across the room and take her hand. Pulling her against me, I sigh as she wraps her arms around me. She feels so small when she’s hurting—both in stature and personality.
My girl is larger than life, but right now it’s like she’s pulling all the light from the room and replacing it with the darkness inside her. I place a soft kiss on the top of her head before wordlessly taking her hand and leading her out of the house.
We don’t talk on the drive to my trailer, and we don’t talk as I heat up the leftovers I scored. Our plates land on the coffee table with a softthud, and only then does she look up at me with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen.
I don’t even think. My hands are on her face and my lips are on hers before either of us has time to process. When she gasps, I dart my tongue into her mouth for a possessive but sensual assault.
“That was nice,” she says, her voice all breathy.
“Nice?” I ask in disbelief.
She shrugs, but there’s a sparkle in her eyes that wasn’t there before, so I’ll take the hit for my kissin’ beingnice.
But just this once because, dammit, I’m great at kissin’.
Her stomach growls and the moment is interrupted in the best possible way. The tension in her shoulders lessens, and she takes a long sip of water before digging in to her food.
“Remind me to thank Mama for this.” She moans around a bite and I shift on the couch to relieve the pressure. Seriously, she could recite the phonebook and my cock would be just as hard.
