A Winter's Tale (The Shakespeare Sisters 2)

He was still holding her. His hands were moulded around her waist as if she was made for him. Her sweater was so thin he could feel the warmth of her body through it. In spite of the fact he was in his parents’ house, only yards away from where his brother was working, he felt his own body responding.

When he looked again, Kitty was smiling at him. The way her lips curled, making her cheeks plump up, caused his heart to stutter. In all the excitement some hairs had escaped from her ponytail, so he reached out and tucked the strands behind her ear.

‘I’ve been thinking about you all day,’ he whispered.

‘I’ve been thinking about you, too.’

That was all he needed to hear. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her into the living room, his eyes sweeping left and right to make sure they were alone. He kicked the door shut then pressed her against the wall, his body held against hers as he lowered his head.

‘I’ve been thinking about this, too.’ Adam kissed her hungrily. Her lips welcomed him, soft and warm.

She curled her arms around his neck as he put his hand in the small of her back, pulling her closer still. Every sense was full of her, and of the need to have more.

Christ, he couldn’t get enough. He slid his hands beneath the waistband of her jeans, fingers caressing her soft skin. She arched her back, pushing into him and he was immediately hard.

He stepped back, his heart racing. ‘I’m sorry.’

Kitty touched her mouth with her index finger, brows knitted in a frown. ‘Why are you sorry?’

‘For dragging you in here and taking advantage of you, without even so much as a hello.’

She smiled coquettishly. ‘What if I wanted you to take advantage of me?’

Adam shook his head, taking in a deep breath. Somehow he needed to get control of his body. ‘You shouldn’t say things like that,’ he told her, his voice low.

Kitty took a step towards him, leaning her head back so she could look him in the eyes. ‘There’re a lot of things I shouldn’t do. The problem is, I want to do them.’

His mouth was dry. It was hard to think straight when she was so close. His body was overriding every sensible thought he could muster. ‘Kitty…’

‘Hush.’ She pressed her lips to his again. This time she took the lead, kissing him softly, her mouth enticing. Her palms cupped his face, her fingers brushing against his beard. When he opened his eyes she was staring right at him, hot and needy, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to pick her up and carry her to her bedroom.

‘Come down to the cabin tonight,’ he said when they finally parted. ‘Let me cook you dinner.’

‘Oh!’ She pressed her hand against her chest. ‘Are you sure?’

She was so damned cute he wanted to kiss her again. ‘I’m sure I want to cook you dinner,’ he said. ‘But are you sure you want to come?’

She tipped her head to the side. ‘That sounds remarkably like a date.’

‘That’s because it is a date. I wasn’t inviting you because you look hungry.’ Although she did. She looked as hungry as he felt.

‘I’d have to come down later, after Jonas is in bed. Would that be too late?’ Her eyes sparkled as she asked him, reflecting the Christmas lights festooned around the fireplace.

‘That would be fine.’ He pulled her into an embrace. ‘It’ll give me enough time to work out what the hell I should cook for you.’

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p; ‘Better make it good, if you want to top last night’s romantic gesture.’

‘I’m always good, you know that.’ He kissed the tip of her nose, ruffling her hair with his palm. ‘I’ll see you this evening.’

Adam was still smiling when he walked into the kitchen, planning to steal some food from Annie for their date. Everett was leaning against the worktop, holding a mug of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, pressing it against his cheek as he barked orders into the mouthpiece. On seeing his brother, he ended the call, shoving his phone into his pocket as he stared at him. He drained his coffee before he said anything, putting his empty mug onto the countertop.

‘How are you?’ Everett finally asked.

Adam’s good mood immediately disappeared. ‘Do you care?’

‘What kind of question is that? I’m your brother, of course I care.’