I could already feel Houston’s kiss intensifying the ache Loren had started between my legs. We both still had morning breath, for fuck’s sake, but it didn’t matter when he was this close. I was trapped against the counter with his hands on my hips. The tiny shorts I wore did nothing to protect me from his warmth. Houston was a blazing inferno, and I was the match that lit him. “Last chance, Braxton.” “Go to hell, Houston.”
