When she said nothing in response, I squinted my eyes and finally glanced in her direction. Did I honestly think by narrowing my vision I’d keep images of fucking her out of my mind?
Not possible.
“Do you have cream?” Her voice was lower than the night before, husky in a way indicating lack of sleep and the same unbridled hunger riddling my senses.
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Milk?” By now, she was close to purring the word, but I could easily tell she was back to teasing me as she’d enjoyed doing the night before.
She appeared just as uncomfortable as I felt even after the time we’d spent together. What was I saying? The thought was as if we’d had dinner and maybe spent an hour chatting instead of hours making out under the sheets.
Hours.
I’d fucked her three more times before I’d wrangled up some food. Then we’d done it once more before falling asleep. At what time I didn’t know. It was early morning. With the sun cresting over the horizon, the good news was that the river would soon finally return to within its banks.
Hopefully, the city fixed the goddamn dam the right way this time. There’d been enough damage done by the lack of city council response.
Now I was trying to fill my mind with anything but thoughts of her. “What did you ask?”
She took a step closer, reminding me she was only wearing another one of my tee shirts and nothing underneath. Her smile was sly, catching me in a daydream.
“Do you have any milk?”
Being nervous around her was nonsensical, but here I was. “Yeah, I’ve got milk. Help yourself. There are mugs in the cabinet over the coffeemaker.”
“How could I forget?” She moved closer and I gathered a whiff of her scent. Not of perfume but of our sex. With her hair tousled, she appeared the sexiest kitten-like woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
Fuck.
I rubbed my forehead and took a purposeful step out of the way. I had to stop thinking like this. “Forget what?”
“You used to drink a full gallon of milk a day. That’s one thing I remembered your mom talking about. How you adored your milk.”
The awkwardness was worse than the afternoon before. I honestly had no idea what to say to her. I’d allowed emotions and physical needs to get the better of me, breaking down well-oiled defenses. That couldn’t happen again.
Yeah, and why not? What the fuck did I owe Wade at this point?
He thinks you betrayed him.
I shoved aside the ugly thoughts. That was exactly what he thought. Fucking his sister would be the cherry on the sundae.
I leveled my eyes on her back as she found a mug, staring at the words imprinted in the ceramic. “Smokejumpers ignite the flames?” she read, twisting her body so she could catch my reaction.
Shrugging, I took another sip of coffee. “Something Steel bought for me.”
“Steel?”
“Jameson. You know, my other brother?”
“Ah. You all have call names.”
“Yeah. So what?”
She poured her coffee and found the carton of milk before answering. “So I think that’s adorable. That’s all.”
A heavy sigh left my gut. “It’s a good luck charm in the Zullies. The old timers think having a nickname will entice Big Ernie to keep us protected.”
“Big Ernie?”
