Fighting for Someday Excerpt © M. M. Koenig 2018
My gaze drifted over to Bri, who dropped a couple of the shopping bags next to Mia, and strode over to Shane to hand a bag over to him. She gestured to go change and he disappeared into his room. On her way over to me, she clutched the remaining shopping bag and locked her free hand with mine.
After closing the bedroom door, I turned to face Bri. She dumped the items in the bag on the bed and I sauntered over to stand right behind her, taking in her sweet scent. It no longer felt like my insides were being ground up like hamburger. Wanton waves traveled in every direction that made me want to lock the door and spend the entire day appreciating every aspect of her. I brushed her hair to the side and placed a gentle kiss below her ear. Bri shivered as she picked up a jersey and hat. She put them in my hands, snatched the remaining clothes, and disappeared into the bathroom.
I quickly changed into the snug faded jeans and white Wood jersey she gave me, then played with the bill of the baseball cap to get it adjusted to my liking. As I put it on, Bri returned and I almost dropped to my knees. The light blue raglan T-shirt had a V-cut to it that made it difficult not to look at her amazing cleavage, but what got me was her shorts.
Her tanned legs were on glorious display and to say they were short was an understatement. The pockets came out of the bottom, so it wouldn’t be all that hard to slip a hand up them and reach her hot spot. My dick sprang to life just thinking about it. She tied her hair back into a ponytail and put on a Cubs hat that matched her shirt.
Bri cocked an eyebrow as she tossed her sundress on the bed. “Since you’re staring at me with no shame, I assume you like what I picked out for myself.”
I hauled her into me. “You always look beautiful, but seeing you in these clothes does things to me.”
A mischievous grin curled from her mouth. “Good things or bad things?”
I rocked my body roughly into hers. “Good things. Very good things. You look sexy as hell and I’m having a really hard time keeping my hands and mouth to myself.”
Her face flushed to a dark shade of red as she whispered, “So, don’t keep them to yourself.”
“Don’t tempt me. We have places to be and it’s still not the right time,” I growled.
She frowned. “My patience is growing thin with your insistence on the right time. If it doesn’t happen soon, I might just combust.”
Her tone was close to a whine and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Her eyebrows furrowed deeper, her frustration evident. I kissed her cheek and motioned for her to take the lead on our way out of the bedroom. She released a disgruntled sigh while opening the door. For how hard I already was, it would be a long afternoon trying to resist her sassy mouth and even hotter body, but I was determined to make it a few more hours before making her lips mine.

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