your mouth, and don’t. Even. Think. It.”
I start to protest, but it’s probably pointless. “Whatever,” I mumble. “She’s not my type.”
Derrick snorts as he pushes open the door. “Her and her sister have the same body. That’s everyone’s type.”
I want to make a smart-ass comment about Derrick checking out his fiancé’s sister, but I keep it to myself. Maybe I’ll save it for later. Instead I go back to thinking about Ziah and her mile-long legs and wondering what they’d feel like under my fingertips.
***
Lora steps into the cake shop followed by Ziah, and even though she’s in jeans and shoes, all I can see is that damn dress. Her long waist. Her perfect body. Toned calves, shaped thighs. And the shoes. Holy hell if girls knew what shoes like that did to their legs… actually, maybe they do. It’s a pretty good weapon for them to have.
I need to kick this girl out of my head and run as far away from her as I can get. Mary and I need to find an open road somewhere and forget about brothers, sisters, and T-shirt wearing girls who should not be sexy, yet somehow are.
Oh, and said girl is going to be my sister-in-law? It’s not creepy and against the law, I remind myself. It’s not like we’ll be related by blood, but I also don’t think my blood should be flowing to specific parts of my anatomy so powerfully when I’m around her either.
I need to focus on her jeans instead of those bare legs.
“I got lured into lame wedding stuff with the promise of cake, didn’t I?” Ziah sighs, keeping her eyes on Lora.
“You’re not the only one.” I give my brother what I hope looks like a friendly slug, but he winces. I hit my mark just right.
“You did.” Lora grabs Ziah from the side and kisses her temple as she laughs.
“Eww. Weren’t your lips JUST on his?” Ziah makes a face and rubs the side of her head.
“Grow up, Ziah.” Lora rolls her eyes, and then leans close to her sister. “Let’s start with the chocolate…”
They ooh and aah over flowered cakes that don’t look like food. Lora more than Ziah, but they’re definitely getting along better. And Ziah looks happier. I figured I was stepping over a million boundaries when I said something to Lora, but I really didn’t want any more of Ziah crying in Mary. And I was trying to be nice to her since Derrick has it in his head that I’m not. Maybe he doesn’t realize how much I’m not saying. That could shut him up.
I look over and see Derrick and Lora interacting with their typical vomit-inducing sweetness. Ziah’s got a scowl on her face again, but this time I know it’s not for me. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to give her a hard time.
Or study her lips.
Yeah, that sounds pretty fun.
“You should definitely taste this.” I hold a piece of cake out to her. I’m totally screwing myself over here, too, because I’m tempting myself with something I can never touch. But damn it would be fun.
“Yeah, like I’m going to eat food out of your hand.”
“Why? You scared? Thinking you’ll like it too much?” I wink at her for good measure.
“No, I’m just not an idiot.”
“It’s incredible.” I move it closer. “Strawberry. Come on, Hanes. Don’t be a wuss. We had a truce. I’ll be nice.” She licks her lips, and I could swear she’s doing it on purpose. “Like I said… Unless you’re scared.”
“I’ll be good, and even put it on a fork.” It’ll still work this way. I set the bite down before I put it on the fork and hold it out to her again. Ziah shakes her head, but then she opens her mouth and takes the bite.
I groan because that? Yeah, totally hot. Derrick gives me a quick look like he can read my mind, but I ignore him.
“You’re right. That was delicious. I’m marking it down as one of my favorites.”
I fork another bite and give it to her. This is torture, but sexy. And it’ll be a lot more fun in a minute. When I get to the third bite, I think she’s enjoying this just
I start to protest, but it’s probably pointless. “Whatever,” I mumble. “She’s not my type.”
Derrick snorts as he pushes open the door. “Her and her sister have the same body. That’s everyone’s type.”
I want to make a smart-ass comment about Derrick checking out his fiancé’s sister, but I keep it to myself. Maybe I’ll save it for later. Instead I go back to thinking about Ziah and her mile-long legs and wondering what they’d feel like under my fingertips.
***
Lora steps into the cake shop followed by Ziah, and even though she’s in jeans and shoes, all I can see is that damn dress. Her long waist. Her perfect body. Toned calves, shaped thighs. And the shoes. Holy hell if girls knew what shoes like that did to their legs… actually, maybe they do. It’s a pretty good weapon for them to have.
I need to kick this girl out of my head and run as far away from her as I can get. Mary and I need to find an open road somewhere and forget about brothers, sisters, and T-shirt wearing girls who should not be sexy, yet somehow are.
Oh, and said girl is going to be my sister-in-law? It’s not creepy and against the law, I remind myself. It’s not like we’ll be related by blood, but I also don’t think my blood should be flowing to specific parts of my anatomy so powerfully when I’m around her either.
I need to focus on her jeans instead of those bare legs.
“I got lured into lame wedding stuff with the promise of cake, didn’t I?” Ziah sighs, keeping her eyes on Lora.
“You’re not the only one.” I give my brother what I hope looks like a friendly slug, but he winces. I hit my mark just right.
“You did.” Lora grabs Ziah from the side and kisses her temple as she laughs.
“Eww. Weren’t your lips JUST on his?” Ziah makes a face and rubs the side of her head.
“Grow up, Ziah.” Lora rolls her eyes, and then leans close to her sister. “Let’s start with the chocolate…”
They ooh and aah over flowered cakes that don’t look like food. Lora more than Ziah, but they’re definitely getting along better. And Ziah looks happier. I figured I was stepping over a million boundaries when I said something to Lora, but I really didn’t want any more of Ziah crying in Mary. And I was trying to be nice to her since Derrick has it in his head that I’m not. Maybe he doesn’t realize how much I’m not saying. That could shut him up.
I look over and see Derrick and Lora interacting with their typical vomit-inducing sweetness. Ziah’s got a scowl on her face again, but this time I know it’s not for me. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to give her a hard time.
Or study her lips.
Yeah, that sounds pretty fun.
“You should definitely taste this.” I hold a piece of cake out to her. I’m totally screwing myself over here, too, because I’m tempting myself with something I can never touch. But damn it would be fun.
“Yeah, like I’m going to eat food out of your hand.”
“Why? You scared? Thinking you’ll like it too much?” I wink at her for good measure.
“No, I’m just not an idiot.”
“It’s incredible.” I move it closer. “Strawberry. Come on, Hanes. Don’t be a wuss. We had a truce. I’ll be nice.” She licks her lips, and I could swear she’s doing it on purpose. “Like I said… Unless you’re scared.”
“I’ll be good, and even put it on a fork.” It’ll still work this way. I set the bite down before I put it on the fork and hold it out to her again. Ziah shakes her head, but then she opens her mouth and takes the bite.
I groan because that? Yeah, totally hot. Derrick gives me a quick look like he can read my mind, but I ignore him.
“You’re right. That was delicious. I’m marking it down as one of my favorites.”
I fork another bite and give it to her. This is torture, but sexy. And it’ll be a lot more fun in a minute. When I get to the third bite, I think she’s enjoying this just
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