Page 52 of Mistletoe & Magic
His body is so hard and toned, and he made me feel so raw and vulnerable. But he also made me feel safe. And that made it worth it. Getting to know this side of Remy that he rarely shares with anyone is like getting a prize.
He opens the door enough to slide out and shuts it behind him, and I hear him talking to Junie in that soft voice he uses with her. And he uses that with me now. Like his guard is down. He’s gruff and rough with others but soft with her.
I love that abouthim.
I quickly get cleaned up in the bathroom and brush my teeth. I fix my wild hair and get dressed in his T-shirt and a pair of my shorts and scan the hall for Junie before heading down the hall.
The smell of coffee already fills the kitchen as I move around barefoot. My cheeks are hot even though I am alone because this feels…domestic. And I like it.
Then he comes up behind me in front of the coffeemaker, sliding a warm hand around my waist. “You look good in my shirt,” he says, low in my ear.
I laugh softly. “You’re just saying that.”
He turns me until my back is against the counter, caging me there with his arms. The kiss he gives me is deep and hungry, enough to make my knees go weak. I clutch his shoulders to keep from sliding to the floor.
When the coffee pot hisses and sputters, we both break apart, breathless and grinning.
I cover my mouth, not realizing how carried away I got kissing him. I forgot about Junie seeing us. “Where’s Junie?”
Remy pulls down two mugs from the shelf, his shoulders broad and distracting, and says, “Willa and Tate just picked her up to go into town for donuts. They’re bringing some back to hang out for a while. We have at least forty-five minutes to talk…or do other things.”
I grin, heat curling low in my stomach. “Oh, really?”
I slide my arms around his waist and press myself against him.
“Other things sound a lot better than talking,” I murmur, tilting my head back.
His eyes darken. That look does me in every time.
Remy cups my face and kisses me, slow at first, just tasting, testing. Then it deepens. My fingers curl in hisshirt, and he makes a low, quiet sound that sends a shiver straight through me.
“Let’s see what you have on underneath this…” he says softly, skimming my belly with his fingertips, making me shiver and moan into his neck.
Before I know it, his hands are on my hips, lifting me like I weigh nothing and setting me on the counter. I gasp when his palms slide over my thighs, spreading them so he can step between them.
The kiss turns hungry, all heat and tongue and months of wanting boiling over. He kisses me like I’m the only thing that even matters in this moment, like he’s starving for me. My legs wrap around his hips on instinct, pulling him closer until there’s not a breath of space between us.
“God, you taste good,” he mutters against my mouth, trailing kisses along my jaw, down my neck.
“Remy—”
And then the front door swings open.
We both freeze and look over, like deer caught in headlights.
Finn strolls in like he owns the place, grinning as he shrugs off his jacket. He’s halfway through the kitchen before he actually looks up, then he stops dead, eyes widening as he takes in me sitting on the counter in Remy’s shirt, legs wrapped around his brother.
“Well, well, well,” he drawls, leaning a hip against the island. “Should I come back later, or…?”
“Finn,” Remy growls, stepping back, but his hands are still on my hips, which just makes Finn’s grin grow wider.
“You two finally figure out what all that tension was about?” Finn asks, crossing his arms. “Took you long enough.”
My cheeks are on fire, but I can’t help laughing. “Hi, Finn.”
“Hi, Ivy,” he says with a smirk. “You look…very…cozy.”
Remy glares. “Out.”
