Page 23 of Sunshine & Sinful

Within minutes, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, I drift to sleep.

EIGHT

Prying one eye open, I stare at my blank white ceiling and sniff the air—food. I smell food.

Yummy, mouthwatering food.

Stretching both arms down at my sides to get a good stretch, I point my toes and yawn quietly, then blink a handful of times before I loll my head in Sunshine’s direction. Out of nowhere, every moment from yesterday comes flooding back—Lily, Todd, the restaurant, riding home with Till, Sunshine, and my breakdown. The man in question is still beside me, naked, his morning wood just hanging out in all its thick glory. Early daylight filters in through the windows, highlighting his still form—one leg bent up, an arm relaxed over his head on the pillow, half a black sheet draped across a thigh. He looks peaceful despite the erection.

Like a creeper, I continue to peruse. It’s not often, if ever, am I awake before he is—that I get to appreciate such a fine specimen. Dark hair dusts his tattooed legs. Those gutters at his hips might as well be a welcomingwagon to any woman. They’re too damn sexy. Right down to the neatly trimmed patch of dark gray hair that starts at his cock and trails up, up, up, between his abs, which are more prominent when he lays down, all the way to his pecs, where it spreads out. Not a lot. Just enough to run your fingers through.

I can’t believe I let this man undress me last night.

I peer down at myself.

Yep. Still naked.

We slept together like we have so many nights before, only there was nothing between us.

Does this change things? I don’t know.

I’ve never known where things sit with us, apart from the obvious… We’re family, and this home is as much mine as it is his.

A line has officially been crossed, and as much as I should be freaking out on the inside, I’m not.

I’m oddly calm.

Much like I am whenever he’s around.

I sniff the air again as the fragrance of whatever is cooking in the kitchen thickens.

“You done lookin’?” A small, knowing grin ticks up the side of Sunshine’s lips as he pops a lid open.

Rolling my eyes, I snicker, not the least bit embarrassed, and shove him in the ribs. “Shut up.”

He rolls his head to the side. “Look all you want, Sweets. You know I don’t mind.”

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. He doesn’t mind. Whatever.

I change the subject when I ask, “Colton, why does it smell like breakfast, but you’re in here?”

With his head on his pillow and sexy bedroom grays inall their soft glory, Sunshine suppresses an awkward, this-might-not-go-well smile and wrinkles his nose. “Sweets.”

“Please don’t tell me it’s who I think it is,” I groan, hoping I’m wrong.

“Then you might not wanna ask.”

That’s what I thought.

Flipping face down on the bed, I smash my forehead into the mattress. “Why.” Smash. “Is.” Smash. “Dark.” Smash. “Here?” I grunt.

Chuckling deeply at my dramatics, Sunshine quickly straddles my bare legs from behind and covers my entire body with his. That morning wood slides between my thighs and nestles right there, you know, against my lips, giving them an unexpected morning kiss as he delivers a similar sentiment across my shoulders. “He’s” Kiss. “Here.” Kiss. “To.” Kiss. “Make.” Kiss. “Things.” Kiss. “Right.”

“Colton,” I gasp.

“Let me take your mind off whatever he’s doin’ ‘til he’s done,” the deliciously naughty man offers, and with a single suave maneuver, his cock is there, breaching my folds and grazing my entrance.

The breath against my neck grows heavy as the heart pounding through my back quickens, tangoing with mine. “Sweets.”

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