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“Bree’s not here?”
She shook her head, starting to unpack the second bag. “Nope. Still at the movies with Caitlin and Sadie. Jeannie’s bringing her home any minute now. Actually, I thought you were her when I heard the key in the lock.”
“Oh, right.” When Bree had texted him to make sure the trip out was okay, it had been such a no-brainer that he’d forgotten all about it. “So, we’re alone?”
“For the next five minutes, anyway. Where do you want—”
Gavin’s hands were on her in an instant, stilling both her words and her swift movements. “The groceries can wait five minutes.” He snaked an arm around her from behind, uncaring that the move was bolder than their usual repertoire. Her breath coasted into a sigh, and he dropped his mouth to taste the skin on the back of her neck to see if it would make her cross the threshold into a moan.
Bingo.
Sloane gripped the counter in front of her with both hands. “Five minutes, huh? I bet that’s just a blip in your slow and steady world.”
He wanted to spend an hour just testing the nuances of the fold between her neck and her shoulder, to run his tongue over the sharp angles and soft curves until she screamed.
He slanted his mouth just above the rim of her ear. “Barely milliseconds. Which is a damned shame.”
She turned the tables on him before he could even breathe back in.
“Sure you don’t want to come on over to where it’s fast and furious?” Sloane tipped her head to give him better access to her neck, surrounding him full force with the spicy cinnamon scent of her skin. “We could make those five minutes really count.”
Jesus. He’d give his left arm for the ability to stop time right now. Gavin’s usually stalwart resolve wavered like tissue paper in a stiff breeze. “We could?”
She nodded, rolling her hips back against his and turning his dick rock hard in an instant. “Mmm hmm. From where I sit, five minutes is an eternity.”
Five minutes sounded like paradise coming from those heart-shaped lips, and the promise of it dared him right over the line. “Turn around and prove it.”
Her throaty response vibrated against his mouth as he trailed kisses from her neck to the velvety landscape of her shoulder. “How about I stay right here and prove it with you behind me so you can watch?”
Fuck it. Slow was overrated, anyway.
“Sloane,” he said, the word going to gravel in his throat. “If you don’t—”
The front door banged open, and they catapulted apart like dry leaves in a windstorm. “Hey, I’m back!” Bree’s voice floated in from the foyer, and Gavin cursed the hardwiring that had let a part of his anatomy other than his brain temporarily make his decisions. Although he doubted either one of them would’ve ended up really giving in under the circumstances, he still should’ve kept a more level head. Getting that lost in the moment when he knew full well that Bree was on her way home was just a bad idea, no matter how enticing the idea of fucking Sloane against the kitchen counter was.
And goddamn,that was enticing.
“Hey! How was the movie?” Sloane’s voice was just a shade too bright, but Bree didn’t seem to notice as she cruised into the kitchen and headed toward the fridge. Gavin busied himself with sorting the rest of the groceries, hoping that the task—along with the sudden presence of his sister—would be enough to loosen the image of what he’d been doing a few minutes ago from his brain.
“It was good.” Her eyes glimmered with surprise as she caught sight of him at the counter, and she stopped short on the floorboards. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
Sloane did a poor job of stifling a laugh, lifting her hands palm-up as if to say,See?
“Last I checked, I live here,” Gavin said, rebounding with a chuckle. “How come everybody keeps asking me that?”
“Um, because it’s a good question?” Bree crinkled her nose in true smart-ass fashion, and he snapped a dish towel at her, prompting a dodge-and-giggle maneuver that made his heart consider exploding.
“Told you.” Sloane winked at Bree in like-minded approval, scooping up the twin containers of vegetable oil and heading for the pantry.
“Since you so eloquently asked, I made that run to Joe’s Grocery to grab the ingredients for breakfast tomorrow. All I have to do now is dig up the fryer and mix the dough in the morning, and we’ll be all set.” The idea of spending time with Bree, doing something he’d once taken for granted but now missed like crazy, sparked something pure and good in his chest.
It flickered hard as soon as he caught her expression.
“Oh, doughnuts.” Bree shifted her weight from one boot to the other, and Gavin paused.
“You still want to make breakfast, right?” Disappointment knocked his gut down a peg, but he refused to let it show. Considering how touchy Bree had been about cooking with him in the first place, he’d tried to prepare himself for the possibility that she might recant. He was learning the hard way that thirteen-year-old logic could change with the wind.
Bree dropped her eyes, but nodded. “I do, but, um…”
