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King’s voice sinks into my senses and I turn my head to watch him approach. Noticing that Val does the same.
The room is mostly in shadows, so his big form looks sinister walking through the dark.
Val knew where the switch was to turn on the outdoor fireplace, so we dimmed the lights in this room, turned the fire on outside, and have been watching the flames while eating our way through a bag of gummy bears Val pulled from her bag, talking about…
I try to concentrate, but I can’t remember what we were talking about before King came in.
He comes to a stop, standing behind our chairs, and I have to tip my head all the way back to see him.
“Sister,” He nods to Val, before he turns to me. “Wife.”
My stomach swirls, but it’s not the alcohol, it’s him.
“Husband,” I whisper the greeting.
His lids lower, and I watch his jaw flex before he bends down.
I start to close my eyes, thinking that he’s bending down to kiss me.
God, I really want him to kiss me.
Val’s snicker causes my eyes to slide back open.
Oh.
King wasn’t trying to kiss me. He was reaching for the half-eaten container of noodles I set next to my chair.
I should probably feel embarrassed, but watching him wield those chopsticks with skill, all I feel is lust.
I take a second to look him over, head to toe.
Arguably, completely naked has got to be my favorite version of King. I’m surprised my leggings didn’t rip themselves when he stripped down to nothing in front of me last night.
But this––the dark pants, white shirt,top buttons undone––it should be illegal.
His lips open and close around a mouthful of noodles, the smooth chopsticks sliding out of his closed mouth.
Even the way he chews is hot. His jaw muscles working, flexing with each motion.
I can see Val moving in my periphery, her head moving back and forth to look between me and her handsome-as-hell brother.
“Want a margarita?” she asks.
King swallows his next bite. “That what you two have been drinking?”
I try to nod, but looking up so high makes it hard.
King shovels in another huge mouthful, before he moves over to the little end table where all our drink stuff is sitting.
“We’re out of ice,” Val says, but King just grunts as he lifts the bottle of tequila.
I think my mouth might drop open when King lifts the whole bottle to his lips and tips his head back. His throat works twice, swallowing two mouthfuls. And I think I might’ve drooled watching the action.
I wouldn’t want to drink tequila straight like that, but watching him do it was hot as fuck.
“Everything okay?” Val asks her brother, hinting that this isn’t his usual behavior.
King drags the back of his hand over his mouth, eyes on me, before nodding. “Fine.” Then he looks at Val. “You staying over?”
