Page 58 of Won’t Let You Get Away

“Do you usually answer the door in nothing but a towel?”

“No, this is actually a first,” I admit. “Honestly, I assumed you were Connor, finally respecting my request to not just barge in.”

She looks down at the glass dish in her hand.

“Told Ma that I should have just texted you,” she mumbles to herself.

I shake my head, stepping back and motioning for her to come in. “I’ll always prefer seeing you over receiving a text message.”

She steps into my entryway.

Unable to resist, I lean close enough to whisper in her ear before she can pass me. “Besides, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

She shivers and spins to face me. As if it were a bright red banner, her blush has creeped down from her cheeks and is now visible on her neck and chest, pleading for my attention.

“Ma made you banana bread,” Bri blurts out, shoving the container toward me before quickly yanking it back. “Sorry, um, I can just put it in your kitchen and come back later.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “Or you could put it in the kitchen and give me a minute to throw some pants on. Then you can tell me the real reason Ma sent you here.

Bri nods, spinning on her heel and rushing into the kitchen.

I take the stairs two at a time, swiftly swapping my towel for a pair of sweatpants and head back down stairs.

Seeing Bri sitting at my kitchen table makes me pause for a moment before announcing my presence. She looks beautiful, as she always does, but this is more than that.

My heart pounds at the thought of how right she looks in my house. With the glow from the setting sun shining across her face through the windows, I vow to do whatever it takes to make this a daily sight. More than that, I will do whatever it takes to keep her happy and with me.

I clear my throat and she whirls around in surprise.

“I didn’t even hear you come down,” she says biting her bottom lip and mumbles her next words, but I catch them. “And without a shirt.”

She stands up from the table and walks towards me, stopping just a few feet away. “Would you like to join us for Wine Wednesday at the winery tomorrow?”

I nod. “I take it Ma asked for Connor to come as well?”

Bri grins sheepishly. “Yes, she did.”

“And what about you?” I ask, stepping closer and noticing the way her breath catches.

“Me?” she echoes breathlessly.

“Do you want me to come?”

“Yes.” She answers immediately, but I see the moment the innuendo registers. “I mean, I… um,” she stammers but doesn’t correct herself.

I gently reach out and caress her face, running my thumb over her cheek.

“Can I kiss you, Sugar?”

She wets her lips with her tongue. “You don’t have to ask.”

Gripping her hip with my free hand, I pull her as close as our bodies allow.

“I don’t want to assume,” I tell her. “But good to know for next time.”

The second our lips meet, any intentions I had to keep things sweet fly out the window. Bri moans beautifully against me, sliding her hands up along my bare chest and around my neck. She leans into me, fingers knotting in the hair at the base of my skull and holding me to her.

Without breaking the kiss, my hands glide down her perfect curves. Only when I reach the baby bump do I finally break the kiss so that I can look down between us.

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