Page 44 of Drift
His eyes followed the movement, that faint smile deepening. “How good you look in my shirts.”
My pulse skipped as I quirked a brow. “Better than you?”
His gaze deliberately raked down my body. “No contest.”
“We’re gonna have to disagree.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You look damn good with this shirt stretched across your chest and shoulders.”
In two steps, he closed the distance between us. His fingers brushed the edge of the shirt, tracing my hip before settlingat my waist. “Keep talking like that, and I won’t make it to breakfast without tasting you first.”
“Who said I wanted breakfast?” I whispered.
That was all it took for his mouth to capture mine, the kiss starting soft before deepening and growing rougher. His coffee mug hit the counter with a quiet clink, mine following right after. Then his hands slid down to grip my thighs. He lifted me effortlessly, setting me on the counter, his body fitting between my knees like it belonged there. Which made sense because in my mind, it did.
The kiss quickly escalated—his hands exploring, and my fingers tangling in his hair as if I wanted to fuse us.
When we were together like this, there was no past, no danger, and no brother who’d lose his mind if he saw us like this.
Just us.
Chance pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against mine, his breathing uneven. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Pretty sure I do,” I quipped, brushing my lips against his again.
He laughed, the sound rough, as though it had been a while since he’d let himself. “Guess you do.”
“There’s no guessing about it.”
“Doesn’t mean you don’t need another demonstration.” Chance’s hand slipped beneath the hem of the shirt, his palm rough and warm against my skin. When his thumb brushed the underside of my breast, I couldn’t hold back the soft sound that escaped me.
He caught it with another kiss, stealing my breath until nothing was left but the heat between us.
Then the front door opened.
“What the fuck?”
Jaxton’s voice. Disbelieving and deadly.
Oh shit.I froze. Chance stiffened instantly, every muscle in his body going rigid before he lifted me off the counter and set me on my feet. Then he moved in front of me, his body the only thing between me and the explosion building in the doorway.
The door slammed shut behind Kane and my brother, the sound ricocheting through the house.
I peeked around Chance’s side to stare at Jaxton. He stood there, his chest heaving. Shock flickered in his eyes first, then betrayal. And finally, pure fury.
Behind him, Kane’s presence filled the space, steady and immovable. His expression was harder to read, but his jaw was tight, and his eyes carried that same unspoken warning I’d seen too many times in my brother’s gaze.
“Jax.” Kane stepped forward like he meant to contain the blast before it happened.
“Don’t.” Jaxton’s glare never left Chance. “He’s got his hands all over my little sister?—”
“My woman,” Chance cut in, his voice dangerous in a way that made the air go still. “Watch your tone.”
“You were supposed to be protecting her!” Jaxton accused.
“Stop it.” My voice trembled, but I forced the word out anyway. “Please, just stop.”
Kane finally stepped between them, his tone edged with command. “Take a breath, both of you. This isn’t helping her.”
Jaxton’s nostrils flared, but he took half a step back. His gaze cut to me, the anger in it laced with something far worse—hurt. “Alanna…”
