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Josiah was still next door, so I decided to pop by and let him know I was heading out—and get a sneak peek at the kitchen.
I found him in the garage, shirtless and sweaty.
“Hey,” I said, trying not to salivate too much. “How’s it going over here?”
“It’s hot. AC stopped working and my guy can’t get over here to take a look until tomorrow.”
“That sucks.” I moved closer and, heedless of his sweaty body, threaded my arms around his waist.
“Don’t do that. I’m gross.”
“I really don’t care.”
He leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine. I tasted the hint of salt and flicked out my tongue to lick his lower lip.
The low growl in his throat gave me a swirl of desire.
“Ugh, gross,” a voice said behind him.
“Shut up, Z,” Josiah said and kissed me again.
“Dad, Josiah’s making out with his girlfriend in the garage,” Zachary called.
Josiah just chuckled and kissed me again. “Ignore him.”
“Fair enough,” I said. “I’ll let you get back to work. I just wanted you to know I need to run to the pet store.”
His brow furrowed. “Can you wait? I’ll go with you later.”
“My mom is coming over for a surprise visit in about an hour and I have plans with Marigold after that. It’ll just be a quick trip.”
He growled again. “I don’t like you going out alone.”
“I won’t be alone. I’ll bring Max.”
“As if that will help. If your stalker shows up, he’ll roll over and ask for belly rubs.”
He wasn’t wrong. “True. But you can’t come with me everywhere I go. I’ll run into town and come right back.”
“I still don’t like it.”
I lifted myself up to kiss him. “I’ll be fine.”
He cupped my cheeks and kissed me again, deeply this time. Apparently Zachary had gone back inside because there were no more brotherly groans. I sank into his kiss, heedless of the sweat he was leaving on my clothes. My head spun with the pleasure of it—the warmth of his mouth and the tenderness of his touch.
Who knew this rough man could be so gentle.
When he finally pulled away, I glanced around to make sure Max hadn’t wandered off. He was sniffing the ground near the garage door.
“Hurry home,” Josiah said.
“I will. Wait, can I see the kitchen first?”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Not yet.”
“Really? You’re not going to let me see it?”
“Not until it’s done.”