Sweet Talker by Robin Bielman

Author:Robin Bielman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance
Publisher: The Tule Publishing Group, LLC
Published: 2019-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Little Thing Called Dating

Ethan

The kiss with Callie, the backrub, the conversation, all play through my mind this morning. It took all my willpower not to sleep with her last night. She gave off all the signals to keep going, but like I told her, this time is different. She and I are different.

I put the crepe batter in the fridge to keep until she wakes up and comes downstairs. I thought about bringing her breakfast in bed, but it’s best if we’re not near a bed this morning. Not that my imagination hasn’t moved us through every room and piece of furniture in this house. Me buried deep inside her while she says my name over and over.

My dick twitches. Truth be told, any time I’m around her my pants grow tight. But at thirty-two, I can damn well control myself. Just knowing she’s under my roof is enough to make me happy.

For now.

The sound of the front door opening reaches my ears, crashing into my good mood. It’s Saturday so it’s got to be Drew. How do I know this for sure? One, he hates to cook. Even a piece of toast is too much for him. And two, my phone is sitting on the counter and just lit up with a text. Bro. I’m walking through your front door. He seriously needs to get himself a girlfriend so he stops showing up here unannounced.

“In the kitchen,” I call out. It’s like he has a sixth sense and knows exactly when I’m making breakfast.

He rounds the corner with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did you know there’s a bra hanging off the lamp in your family room?”

I knew there was a bra somewhere, but I’d been zeroed in on Callie’s nipples poking through her thin blouse so had no idea where the lingerie landed. “Callie’s here,” I say. There’s no sense in beating around the bush unless I try to get rid of Drew before she makes an appearance, but that would be like trying to get a hungry dog to leave a pile of bones.

“Without a bra on. Nice.” He takes a barstool at the kitchen island. “So, this means…”

“I don’t know yet.”

“She’s still upstairs?”

“In the guestroom, yes,” I say out of respect for Callie. I don’t kiss and tell, but I also don’t want my brother thinking things that aren’t true.

Drew makes a face. “Why didn’t you guys—oh wait. She slept there because she took one look at your naked ass and thought, nope, never mind. And then she was too traumatized to drive home.”

The little shit. “You do realize I hold all the breakfast power, right?”

He eyes me with skepticism before he gives a slight nod in understanding that I’m not in the mood for jokes right now.

“Morning.”

I turn toward the raspy and very sexy voice to find Callie padding into the kitchen in nothing but an extra-large Army-green T-shirt that hangs almost to her knees. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a loose bun and her face looks just washed.

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