Isn't It Bromantic (Bromance Book Club #4) by Lyssa Kay Adams

            She tugged Elena toward a table.

            “I will make you some more, if you’d like.”

            Alexis beamed. “That would be awesome.”

            Elena hung out at the café for a half hour, and then she walked up and down the street to visit some shops to kill time. Finally, Vlad texted her that he was done. He was waiting for her just outside the parking lot when she pulled up. She helped him get in, and as soon as she returned to the driver’s side, he leaned across the console, wrapped a hand around the back of her head, and kissed her.

            “How fast can you drive?” he rasped.

            She drove very, very fast.





CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO





“Something smells good.”

            The next morning, Elena looked up as she pulled a tray of biscuits from the oven. She’d woken up early to make some breakfast before Vlad had to leave for rehab. Colton was going to take him, because they apparently had a book club meeting afterward, but she wanted to feed him first.

            When Vlad crutched into the kitchen bringing all his morning sexiness, though, she wished she’d stayed in bed and woken him up another way.

            “Good morning,” she greeted. He reached around her to grab a biscuit.

            She batted him away. “They’re too hot. They’ll lose their shape.”

            “But I’m hungry. We didn’t eat much last night, remember?”

            He stood behind her, lips on her shoulder, hands on her hips.

            “Can I help?”

            She pointed to a stool on the other side of the island, a very safe distance away. “No. Sit. You need to take it easy on your leg today.”

            “You’re as bad as the trainers.” He winked as he said it, though. He grabbed a bag of ice from the freezer and sat on one of the stools to balance it on his knee.

            “You okay?”

            She looked up at his tone. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

            His cheeks pinked. “I got a little aggressive when I woke you up in the night.”

            Wonderfully so. And more than once. Last night had been incredibly eye-opening about how much her tenderhearted husband had learned from the pages of romance novels.

            Elena bit her lip. “I liked it.”

            “Yeah?” That lazy smile returned, and so did her libido. He removed the ice from his leg, stood up, and crutched around to stand behind her again. His lips nibbled her earlobe.

            She laughed throatily but tipped her head to the side to give him access to that tender spot where her pulse betrayed her dirty mind. When his hands snuck up the front of her shirt, she turned into a hussy. “How much time do we have?”

            “More than enough.”

            Elena spun in his arms and peeled her shirt from her torso. Vlad didn’t need any more encouragement. He wove his fingers in her hair, tilted her head back, and commandeered her mouth. All the while, his other hand caressed her until she whimpered.

            She was halfway to oh, God when the back door opened.



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            “Not a single word.”

            A half hour later, Vlad slid into Colton’s front seat and slammed the door shut.

            Colton threw his hands up. “Why the hell didn’t you check your texts? I told you I was going to be early.”

            “Because I was busy. And I’d still be doing it if you hadn’t walked into my house without knocking.”

            “I did knock. No one answered. Why was the door unlocked?”

            Because he’d been too torqued up yesterday to remember to lock it. Christ. Vlad had managed to cover Elena’s body with his own before Colton could see anything, but he’d seen enough. And heard enough.

            “But, I mean, it seems like things are going well—”