Turn It On: Turner Twins, Book 1 by Vivian Arend Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Natasha chuckled as she strode over and swung the door open. “Seriously, that porch swing? Fabulous location for playing.”
    “I don’t want to know—”
    Natasha’s cry of disgust interrupted her. A mess of wood shavings poured out the open door along with dozens of squirming brown mice. The rodents scattered through the room, disappearing under the bottoms of doors and scurrying under the fridge.
    “Crap, we’ll have to clean the whole kitchen again.” Natasha grabbed a broom and started sweeping.
    Maxine groaned in frustration. “What is with the silly mice? I don’t remember Gramma having these problems.” She hung her head out the kitchen door and hollered at Maxwell. “Hey, bro, where’d you put the extra mouse traps?”
    One of the rodents scrambled over her foot and disappeared into the living room, and she shuddered. It was going to be a long afternoon.

    ***

    Ryan stirred another sugar into his coffee before he realized it already contained two spoonfuls. Maxine grinned at him and sipped her steaming cup, the curls of her hair falling like autumn leaves in the wind around her shoulders.
    “You saw that, did you?”
    She nodded and smirked at him. “I thought you took it black.”
    “Usually, but you’re not being fair to me.”
    “It’s my fault you can’t remember how you take your coffee? Hmm, this is going to be good. Let’s hear it.” She recrossed her legs, stretching them farther in front of her as she leaned back in her chair, and Ryan groaned. His cock was so fucking hard he would be lucky to be able to walk when it was time to leave the table.
    The outdoor deck of the coffee shop was empty. With the cool wind blowing off the ocean, everyone else remained huddled indoors. Maxine had picked one of the corner tables and at first Ryan had enjoyed the location. Until she began to torture him. It wasn’t deliberate, he was sure of it. She was too guileless for that, but as she spoke she stretched and twisted, each movement showing off the long length of her legs in her short skirt. Her breasts were clearly contoured by the stretch of the sweater caressing her curves and Ryan longed to touch her.
    “Ryan?”
    Damn, he’d done it again, gotten lost staring at her. “Sorry.” He lifted his gaze from her chest to see her smiling at him, her cheeks bright red.
    “Maybe we should—”
    “When do you think—”
    They spoke together and cut off simultaneously.
    Maxine giggled. “You’ve got the most amazing expression on your face right now.”
    Ryan shook his head. “It’s called ‘going insane by stages’. Damn it, woman, you’re dangerous. We’ve been out a half a dozen times and you get more fascinating each time I see you.”
    He moved his chair around so they sat next to each other and casually draped his arm across the back of her chair. Leaning closer he breathed in deeply, brushing his lips against the smooth skin of her neck. “I hope you don’t mind me admiring you. I plan to do a lot more of it.”
    The gingery scent surrounding her tickled his nose, and he cupped her face in one hand to turn her mouth to meet his. He traced her lips slowly. The flavor of the coffee faded as their tongues brushed together and her sweet taste overwhelmed him. She pressed into him, her head resting on his shoulder as they kissed. The waves and the cries of the gulls in the distance were a gentle backdrop to the pounding in his ears. He gave to her tenderly, enjoying her response as he hooked a hand around her waist to draw her closer. Lost in her taste and touch he was unaware of the door opening from the shop until she stiffened and pushed against his chest. The new couple barely looked in their direction before finding seats, but Maxine continued to attempt to put space between them.
    “I think the installation is going well on the house.” She fidgeted with her spoon and cup, inching her hips to the far edge of her chair away from him so his arm slipped off.
    Hell if he was