“Are you crazy?” She jerks her head back as her voice gets louder. “I can take care of myself!”
Her standing there with her hands balled into fists, chest heaving, blue eyes blazing with righteous fury—something inside me snaps and before I know what I’m doing, I’m in front of her. Sliding one hand into her hair, I yank her head back and crash my mouth down on hers.
She squeaks in surprise before melting into the kiss, her anger transforming into a different kind of heat altogether. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I lift her off the ground, her legs locking around my waist.
“Journey,” she moans against my mouth as I walk us backward until her back hits the wall.
My hands slide under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her back, the delicate curve of her ribs. She’s so fucking soft. Every place I touch is on fire.
I break the kiss long enough to yank her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. Her breasts are perfect—small, pert, with rosy nipples that peak in the cool air. I lower my head, taking one into my mouth, and she arches against me with a moan that nearly makes me come in my jeans like a fucking teenager.
“Please,” she whimpers, grinding against the hard ridge of my cock. “Please, Journey.”
“I got you, princess.” I slide one hand between us, finding the edge of her thong. My fingers brush against her heat, and she’s so wet already, so ready?—
BAM! BAM! BAM!
I freeze at the sound of knocking at the door.
“Journey! Open up!” Gator’s voice carries through the wood.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” I groan, dropping my forehead against hers. “Worst. Timing. Ever.”
June laughs breathlessly. “You have to get the door.”
“I know,” I sigh, unmoving. Fucking cockblockers.
Pressing one more hard kiss to her mouth, I set her on her feet. “We’re not done with this conversation.”
Her hooded eyes meet mine, and she bites her lip. “I hope not.”
Temptress.
Reluctantly, I swipe her shirt off the floor and hand it to her. She slips it back on, and I adjust myself in my jeans, wincing at the discomfort.
This girl is going to be the death of me. I keep losing my goddamn head around her, forgetting all the reasons I need to keep my hands to myself. And right now, I don’t even care.
Another knock comes. “Yo! Everything okay in there?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I call back, running a hand through my hair and trying to look like I wasn’t just about to fuck my sister’s best friend against a wall. “We’re coming!”
June snorts at my choice of words, and I shoot her a look.
She shrugs innocently. “You said it.”
“Smartass.” Fighting a grin, I grab my cut off the back of the chair and shrug it on, straightening my shoulders.
Time to get the fuck out of here.
Chapter Eight
June
“Smartass.”
Journey flashes that sexy grin that’s haunted my dreams for years before yanking open the door to his stony-faced brothers.
“Bout fuckin’ time,” the man with tattoos running up his neck grumbles.
