Page 62 of Sunkissed Colorado
“No I’m not.”
“Do youwantthis to be a date?”
“What? I—You—” My tongue had twisted itself into a knot.
So I grabbed the spoon from the brownie batter and smeared it down his face. Callum’s jaw dropped open.
“That’s exactly what a girl on a date would do,” he said.
“How would you know?”
He laughed, lunging forward and pinning me against the counter, his body flush with mine.
Shit.
Then he reached behind me, dipped his finger in the brownie bowl, and smeared chocolate across my cheek.
“Oh, you did not just do that.” I grabbed another spoonful.
We were both laughing and dodging, getting brownie batter all over ourselves and probably half the kitchen. We wound up with my back against the fridge, him pinning my arms in front of me with a firm grip. His weight pressed into me, and he gazed down at me with a smirk. So close I could see the golden flecks in his brown irises. The faint stubble on his jaw.
His tongue licked batter from his lower lip, and I wondered what his stubble would feel like against my skin if he kissed me.
All the blood and all the common sense were rushing away from my head.
And that’s when Darius stormed in, just as the oven timer for the pot pie was going off. “What the hell is going on in here?”
Oops.
Callum stepped back. I looked around at the disaster we’d made of the kitchen. There was brownie batter on the counter and splatters on the floor. Both Callum and I were smeared with it. Our hair. Our clothes.
Darius put his hands on his hips. “Is there any of that left to bake?”
“We made extra,” Callum said smoothly, before whipping off his chocolate-stained shirt.
I tried not to stare, but holy hell.
The man was built. Full six pack plus juicy pecs, all goldenand smooth. I’d seen the assortment of tattoos on his right forearm and bicep before, but they stretched all the way up to his shoulder. His baseball cap had been knocked to the floor during our batter fight, and his dark wavy hair was as wild as his eyes. My mouth went completely dry.
“We both need to shower,” he said. “Z, you can go first if you want. Or if you want to save water?—”
I tore my gaze away from Callum’s torso, lifting it to his face. And he was smirking like he’d very much noticed his effect on me.
“Do not suggest it,” I warned him.
“I was just gonna say I could have Dare hose us off in the yard.”
“Keep me out of whatever this is.” Darius swiped a dab of batter with his finger and tasted it. “Just let me know when the brownies are ready.”
Callum rolled his eyes. “Z, you shower. I can clean up the mess. Even though, I’d like the record to show thatyou started it.”
“But you deserved it.” Turning away from him, I asked, “Where’s the bathroom?”
It was difficult enough to resist Callum when he was fully clothed.
Shirtless? He should have come with a warning label.
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