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“Really? But it looks so fun!” I countered, brows all the way up.
Summer cast me a suspicious look. “For the dudes, maybe! They have tons of women clamoring for their attention.”
“Excuse me, the women are being bombarded as well,” I pointed out.
“That’s not a good thing! Too much attention, and usually not the right kind, either. They just want to get in her pants.”
“You’re not wrong. I suppose that’s what the audience wants. According to TV execs, anyway. I’m sure they set everything up to get extra horny.”
Summer barked out a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Oh, I know they do. Putting them alone in a room together, giving them booze and a good time. It’s like a recipe for getting people in the mood.”
“You mean like how we’re alone? All snuggled together…no one around…no baby…”
Summer’s mouth dropped open, and she was unable to hold back a smile. “Was that your evil plan? You were just buttering me up!” We were both grinning, but I didn’t miss how we’d both leaned closer too.
“The only thing buttered is your fingers.” I took her hand, my brain apparently having run off somewhere, and licked butter off the tip of her finger. Summer quieted, her eyes widening before they peered up at me through her lashes.
My heart hammered against my sternum, and dammit, she looked so beautiful. I hadn't been paying attention to the show the entire time. I was too wrapped up in how good she looked.
Good enough to eat.
Quiet settled between us, and we just stared at each other. I wanted to kiss her. I’d been thinking about it since the first day I laid eyes on her, and with the way she was looking at me, I was feeling pretty damn brave.
We hung in that moment, and Summer stared up at me, not even a hint of hesitation on her face.
So I went for it.
My lips brushed against hers as I closed the distance between us, slowly at first, but when she leaned into my touch, I deepened it, giving in to the urge.
It was…incredible.
Popcorn and TV forgotten, I scooped Summer into my lap, holding her face as we kissed. She wrapped her arms around my neck, sitting in my lap—her lips still coated in that rich popcorn butter. We both seemed to click into gear at the same moment, embracing the moment and making out like teenagers.
I swept my tongue across the seam of her lips, and she eagerly let me in. Lowering my hand, I wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer. I was already sporting an erection as we kissed, everything about Summer setting my blood on fire. There was no doubt that she was feeling it, but still she pressed herself closer to me. She moaned against my mouth as our tongues continued their dance, and I was more than happy to keep kissing her for as long as I could.
The sound of the door opening made us both jump, and then Marshall came in through the front door while we gaped at him. He stopped short when he got a look at us. Rumpled on the sofa, Summer in my lap with swollen lips that had clearly been occupied a few seconds prior.
“Am I interrupting something?” He smirked, and I could tell he was holding back a laugh.
“Yes!” I called out, but Summer burst into a fit of giggles, her forehead coming to rest on my chest as she hid her face.
Noah and Emmett walked in right behind Marshall.
“Sorry, bud.” Marshall walked over to the couch and sat down with a smug smile. “Looks like you’ve been thoroughly cock-blocked.”
I glared at him, Summer sliding off me and going back to her popcorn, a sweet smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “No shit.”
Chapter 28
Summer
For once, I was the one awake in the middle of the night, not my baby. Milo was deeply dreaming, and I was tossing and turning, unable to settle. My skin felt itchy and a little warm, my legs refusing to stay still.
I thumped my pillow—like that would do any good.
Thanks to Tobias, both Milo and I now had comfortable matching blankets, and mine was with me in bed. It was so soft, I couldn’t resist rubbing it across my cheek regularly.
After several attempts at getting to sleep, I gave up.
