Page 36 of Decidedly Off Limits
The corner of her mouth quirked up. “I guess chopping isn’t one of my hidden talents.”
“What can I say? You just weren’t ready for such a large knife.”
Kelsey sighed. It wasn’t a frustrated sigh. It was the kind of sigh a girl does when she’s thinking about a certain part of the male anatomy, and how it would feel inside of her. Only, it wasn’t my anatomy she was thinking about. That much I knew.
Or maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I hadn’t imagined her reaction just before she cut herself.
Don’t go there!I warned myself yet again.
Once the dessert was assembled, Kelsey placed it into the oven. “I’m going to have a shower now. Can you keep an eye on the apple tart?”
I’d rather keep an eye on her…in the shower. “Yeah, okay.”
She returned forty minutes later, and I barely kept my mouth from flopping open at the sight of her.
Holy fuck.
Remember the pink dress she wore the night I crashed her date? The one she’d looked sexy in? That dress was nothing compared to the one she now had on. This sleeveless dress made the other one look like it belonged on a little girl. Black lace covered the nude fabric, and the floor-length dress skimmed Kelsey’s curves in a way that had my cock ready to stand at attention.
I recited the equation for determining the return on equity in my head five times—fast.
My cock’s response wasn’t anything new when it came to Kelsey lately, but it was a little unnerving just how often it was happening.
Inwardly I cringed at what Liam would say if he knew how my body reacted when it came to his sister. Hell, forget what he would say. It was what his SEAL training would mean to me that I was worried about—or more specifically, what it would mean to my cock.
“You look good,” I said, suddenly feeling underdressed in jeans and a dress shirt.
“I know it’s a little too much. But since I’ve sworn off dating for a while, I knew this would be my only chance in who-knows-how-long to dress up.”
She said something else, but visions of Kelsey in her black thong under the dress surfed around in my head, and I missed what she had said.
I might have also been busy visualizing removing said thong and exploring her hot, wet pussy with my tongue.
Whatever she had said couldn’t have been important. She didn’t look like she was waiting for me to respond…which was just as well since it was a well-known fact that men couldn’t multitask. Responding to whatever she had said while I was thinking about her pussy was asking too much.
Add to that the image of Liam kicking my ass to the next state, and I was just too occupied to understand what Kelsey was up to.
But once imaginary Liam had kicked my ass as far as Colorado, I realized she was setting the kitchen table. In the center, two candlesticks sat on either side of a short vase crammed full with red and white roses. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she had planned a romantic dinner—for six.
The doorbell rang and she smiled. “Showtime.” She rushed out of the kitchen and answered the door. I followed her like the good host that I was.
Erin stepped into the house, hugged Kelsey like they hadn’t seen each other for several weeks, and handed her a bottle of white wine. “Wow, what have you guys been cooking? It smells amazing.”
She gave me a funny look, but I had no idea what it meant—which was nothing new when it came to my sister. I might have lived with her for most of our lives, but that didn’t mean I always knew what she was thinking.
Kelsey led Erin and Darren into the kitchen as the doorbell rang again. I opened the door and let Josh in. Unlike Erin and Kelsey, both dressed for a night on the town, Josh was also wearing jeans and a dress shirt.
He sniffed the air. “Hey, that actually smells good. Were you shitting me when you said you were actually going to cook dinner, or did your friend do the cooking and you’re taking credit for it?”
I laughed. “Since when did I take credit for something I didn’t do?”
“True.”
We entered the kitchen. Erin and Darren were standing by the island with Kelsey, holding the drinks she had already served them. Milk for my sister and beer for my brother-in-law.
“Josh, you’ve met Erin and Darren, and this is Kelsey.” I gestured at her.