I could make her come undone, despite all her prudishness.
And knowing that made me feel like one smug bastard.
Perhaps there were important words that she would have rather heard from me, but I wouldn’t have been me if I could have given them to her.
Physicality was the only medium I could use to communicate, and my desire for her was the only certainty I could offer.
I fixed the fly of my jeans where my erection had begun to pulse with yearning to simplyget on with italready, but my goal with this was to take her over the edge without demanding anything from her in return.
I paused for a moment to nibble on her inner thigh and glanced up at her through my lashes.
Selene was breathless, cheeks red, and mouth open. Her breasts rose and fell convulsively with the rhythm of her breath. She groaned in irritation and squeezed her knees together, urging me to pick up where I’d left off.
I smirked as I went back to tormenting her until someone banged on the door.
Abruptly, I raised myself up and whipped my head around to see who the idiot with the shitty timing was.
“Oh God!” Selene muttered, leaping off the kitchen island. She pulled down the sweatshirt to cover herself before clutching me, apparently experiencing a moment of lightheadedness. Before I even had the chance to figure out who the interloper was—and punch him in the face—the door swung open. Logan, wearing a huge, oblivious grin, walked in with a tray in his hands. He stopped abruptly when he registered the state of the kitchen—and of us.
“What the fuck…”
“Are we doing?” I finished for him. Logan stared down at the eggs all over the floor and the puddle of juice, which had spread out considerably next to it. Selene, meanwhile, was red with embarrassment as she clung to my sweater.
“‘What happened’ is what I was going to say,” my brother said, looking first at Babygirl, wearing just my wrinkled sweatshirt, and then at me. He lingered briefly on the crotch of my pants, and I knew he had to be seeing my hard-on. There was no hiding it, really.
I gave him a cheerful grin, and he cocked an eyebrow back at me.
“You were clearly…uh…” he mumbled, trying not to laugh.
“Having breakfast,” Selene supplied, clearing her throat loudly. Logan obviously knew exactly what we’d been doing, and he knew me well enough that the truth wouldn’t be surprising or embarrassing. But I respected Selene and her sense of modesty. She would have been extremely uncomfortable if I’d started joking around with Logan about what we’d gotten up to.
“Sure. Of course. And I see you did not like the eggs…” He chuckled, jerking his chin at the mess. Selene tucked a bit of hair behind her ears while I just rakishly licked my lower lip, still savoring the taste of her.
“No! I mean…the…uh…” Tinkerbell had no idea what to say. Her cheeks were burning; it made me soften toward her. Instinctively, I sat down on a stool and pulled her onto my lap.
“I wanted something else for breakfast.” I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer reassuringly. She looked over her shoulder at me, and I smiled to let her know everything was okay.
“Okay…” Logan said, adopting an expression of total indifference. “Anyway, Selene, someone had Miss Anna fix this up for you.” He put the tray down on the kitchen island and lifted the colorful lid to show Babygirl what was underneath.
Her eyes went wide, and she leaned in to get a closer look.
“But…that’s toast with cherry jam,” she said softly.
Immediately, she turned to look at me. I’d let her have her fun in the kitchen, but I’d known full well that she wasn’t going to want those eggs either.
“You did this, didn’t you?” Her gaze moved to my lips and lingered there for a few moments.
“Maybe…” I shrugged. She stared at me with shocked adoration.
“Whoa, tigers. I’m right here, remember? Try to keep your lusts at bay,” Logan cut in before I could give her another one of my breathtaking kisses. Selene shook herself and stood up, catching sight of something on the floor near Logan. The blood drained from her face as she crouched down to scoop up her torn panties, which she immediately hid behind her back.
Once again, I had to hold back my laughter.
“Thank you so much, Logan, and…uh… Please thank Miss Anna for me as well. I’m just going to go get dressed. I…I’ll be right back,” she said clumsily, fleeing into the bedroom. I took the opportunity to scope out her ass again, and the realization that she’d been sitting on my lap with no panties on was terribly thrilling. I could have slid my hand between her legs and finished what I’d started, but instead…
“You and I need to talk,” Logan said, giving me a disappointed look. Naturally, my every erotic fantasy evaporated in the face of my brother’s scowl.
“About what?” I asked flatly.
