I shake my head. “Not you too.”
We both turn to our own thoughts as we eat and he damn well better not be thinking about meeting my sister. We finish our chowder, and he pushes to his feet, tossing his napkin onto the table.
“Gotta bounce,” he says. “Enjoy your new…pussy.”
Jesus. “Goodbye, Nicklas.”
He backs toward the door, laughing. “Call me when you register for matching bathrobes.”
I flip him off as he leaves. Knowing the boys are anxious to get Marbles settled, and wanting to help Maria, I push to my feet, gather up our bowls and take them to the kitchen.
I find Maria at the sink, back to me, hair spilling down between her shoulder blades. Music hums softly from a nearby speaker, something low and sultry, and her hips sway almost absently with the rhythm.
I stop.
Just…stop.
It’s the smallest movement, barely there, but it does something to me. Something dangerous. My body tightens, heat sliding low and slow through my veins.
She must feel me watching because she turns suddenly.
Her breath catches.
“Tuck,” she says, almost a whisper.
“I…uh…brought our dishes. I…sorry.” My voice is rough, aroused. “I didn’t mean?—”
“I could have…you don’t have to help.” She swallows, and holds her hand out. I stare at it, unsure. Is she gesturing me closer? Does she want me to touch her as much as I want to do it?
“The dishes,” she finally says.
My gaze snaps to hers, my brain firing once again. “Right.” I cross the small space and our fingers touch as she takes the dishes from me. She turns the water on and rinses the bowls before putting them in the dishwasher.
Everything we did in this kitchen, every touch, every kiss…the way she sat on the counter, legs spread while I buried my cock in her, races through my mind.
Leave the kitchen, dude.
Instead, I step close and when she straightens, her back now against my chest, she takes in a quick breath but doesn’t move. I lower my head, my mouth near her ear. Her light floral scent fills my senses, and when I move her hair from her neck, her little gasp wraps around my dick and strokes hard.
“Maria,” I murmur.
“Tuck,” she begins. “We…can’t.”
“I know.” I wait a beat, hoping she’s going to pull away because I can’t seem to bring myself to do it. Her body goes a bit slack and I wrap one arm around her, anchoring her to me.
I exhale and she shivers as my breath falls over her skin. “Oh God,” she whispers, my lips lightly grazing that spot on her neck that drives her a little crazy.
She reaches back, her palm on my outer thighs, and before I can stop myself, I spin her around. Dark lashes flutter over darker eyes as she tilts her head, her lips parting in invitation.
“This is a bad idea,” I say, and while we both know it, it doesn’t seem to be stopping either of us. This pull is insane, unstoppable. Fuck, maybe I just need to have her one more time. Maybe then whatever this is will burn out.
Her palm slides along my jaw, fingers dragging through the scruff there, and I close my eyes for half a second, feeling it everywhere.
When I open them, she’s on her toes.
Close.
Too close.
