Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (The Sweet Twins Collection)

Chapter Thirty Nine

Hannah

Chris takes me back to my office to fill suitcases full of my clothes and things, of which I admittedly don’t have much.

He seems surprised that all of my things can barely fill up his trunk and backseats. “This is really it?” he asks as he closes the trunk on it.

“Yep, I mean, I got rid of a lot of stuff when I moved in here. I knew I wouldn’t have much space.”

“Well, I guess we won’t have any arguments about decor,” he jokes, leaning against the car with his arms crossed. His bulging biceps gleam with the sweat on them.

I shiver a little and grapple at his arm. “Well, I don’t know, now that I’ve got room I can finally indulge the desire I’ve been harboring for a singing bass collection.”

Chris rolls his blue eyes at me and then fixes them on my eyes. When he looks in my eyes with that kind of intensity, I lose my train of thought as my mind swirls with images of him holding me close to him and pumping inside me, his grunts in my ear. “Okay, one argument.”

“Wait, you don’t like that idea? I saw a special edition one with a cowboy hat, though.”

“Get in the car, Hannah.”

“It had a little disco ball.”

“I’m done with this.” He lifts me up into his arms at his side like an oversized bag and walks me over to the passenger side. He squats and sets me onto the seat. “Let’s go.”

He closes the door on me while I laugh from behind the window.

We spend much of the evening setting up what we bought while we were out, though the cribs prove to be worthy adversaries. We end up sweaty on the ground with pieces of it surrounding us. It’s a good thing we have several months to get them put together.

I lay back on my back and splay out, spreading my legs and arms like a starfish. I sigh deeply at the sensation of the cooling wood floor on my skin. “I don’t think I can move even an inch.”

Chris puts his tools down and crawls over me on his hands and knees. He lays down a little so that he’s on his elbows and his forehead is against mine.

“You can’t move?” He smirks at me, his sideways smile indenting his cheek in a little.

“Nope, not even an inch,” I tell him, closing my eyes and dropping my head back on the floor.

“So if I do this,” he kisses my lips, and I don’t kiss back, smiling slightly, “Oh, wow, you really are frozen. Hm. Well, what about this?”

From on top of me, he sinks his hand into my waist, running his fingers over my hip.

I giggle a little as his fingers tickle me, but I don’t respond to his touch, thinking hard about keeping my hands and legs still. I hold my breath to keep myself from wrapping my legs and arms around him and pulling him down on top of me. “I can’t move, honest.”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry to hear that.” His hand slides up my shirt and his fingertips gently prod at the wiring of my bra. He slips his fingertips underneath it, but he doesn’t go any farther, only gently touching my skin. He tugs at the collar of my shirt and kisses my chest. “Do you think true love’s kiss could bring you back?”

“Maybe, you might as well try,” I tell him breathlessly as I feel blood rushing to my skin and warming me all over.

Chris lowers his lips to mine and slips his tongue inside my mouth. When his hand finds the warm spot between my legs, I can’t hold it in anymore. I sigh against his kiss and wrap my arms around his neck, fitting his head against the crooks of my elbows. His other hand weaves into my hair and tugs at it. I moan in response. Satisfied, he pulls back, kisses my lips gently, and pressed up onto his hands to get up.

“No, no, no, you’re not getting away that easily,” I tell him, pulling him back down.

He laughs and wraps his arms behind my back so he can roll over onto his back and pull me on top of him.

As soon as I’m on top of him, his phone rings, and I pick it up for him. He reaches for it, and I tug it back. “Oh, you want to answer a call right now?”

“Well, I was thinking about it.” He leans up on his elbows so that he’s half sitting up as I straddle him. “Should I not?”

“If you want to, go ahead.” He reaches for his phone, and I pull it back away from him.

“Wow, you were not supposed to really want to.”

The phone rings over and over in my hand, and Chris looks at it pointedly. “So wait, I’m not supposed to want to answer my phone?”

“Not when I’m straddling you! Aren’t you supposed to be distracted?” I grind a little against his pelvis, and he laughs before collapsing back onto the floor.

Without looking, I answer his phone. “Hello?”

My brother’s voice comes through the speaker. “Hannah? Is that you?”

“Uh…yes.” I slide down onto the floor off of Chris’s body as though he can see me.

“What are you doing answering Chris’ phone?”