His words bounce around in my head. I hear the front door open, and Landry calls out that the party can start now that he’s here. I grin and shake my head.
“What’s it going to be, Sloane?”
His hazel eyes bore into mine, and I get lost in not only the heat but the longing that I see in them. He’s right. Wasn’t I the one who was thinking earlier that there needs to be nothing but honesty between us? Hiding what’s going on is taking two steps back. So instead of answering him, I place my hands on his cheeks and kiss him. I show him with my actions, knowing that our friends are about to walk in on us.
He groans and pulls me forward so that our bodies are molded together. He kisses me as if I’m the oxygen he needs to live.
“Whoa, I was not expecting that,” Landry says.
My body shakes with laughter as we break our kiss. Baker turns so that his back is to me, still nestled between my thighs. “What were you expecting?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest as if nothing is amiss.
“You’ve been holding out on us.” Landry smiles.
“Leave them alone,” Rowan tells her husband.
“What did we miss?” Reid asks, leading the pack of the rest of our friends and baby Coral to enter the kitchen.
“Did you all know about this?” Landry asks them, pointing at us.
“Yep.” Foster nods.
“What? How?” Landry demands.
“I pay attention.” He shrugs.
“I had my suspicions,” Bellamy speaks up.
“Me, too.” Rowan smiles.
“Same,” Corie tells them.
“Not me.” Amanda grins. “But I’m happy for you all.”
“Hey, where’s Ethan?” I ask her. She’s always hanging out with us without her husband. “You know he’s welcome, right?”
“Yeah, he’s working on a big case.”
“He’s always working on a big case,” Bellamy says accusingly.
“He’s trying to make partner,” Amanda says, but not really in his defense, just explaining.
“Well, next time, you need to drag his ass with you,” I tell her. She nods, then the timer goes off on the oven.
“What’s that?” Landry and Reid ask at the same time.
“I made brownies,” I tell them. I tap Baker’s shoulder to get him to step away so I can hop off the counter and get them.
Instead, he turns, kisses my lips softly, then swivels and steps away, pulling the brownies out of the oven. My eyes find Corie’s, and she nods, grins, and waggles her eyebrows.
“They need to cool,” I tell Landry as he makes his way to the stove to get a closer look.
“I like them warm.”
“They’re hot, not warm. You’ll burn your mouth.”
“Worth it,” he says, eyeing the pan.
“Until you can’t kiss your wife because of the pain,” Baker tells him.
