Free Lost Without Them by Trista Ann Michaels Page A

ingredients. She found she really enjoyed cooking, but the kitchen was in dire need of restocking. Perhaps she could convince Cody to take her to the store later if he wasn’t too tired. She didn’t feel she knew the area well enough to go on her own.
    She flipped the pages of the cookbook with her right hand while she tapped the table with the fingernails of her left. She ran across a recipe that looked interesting and stretched her fingers to grab the pen. Before she could move her hand, the pen jumped into her fingers. Keegan jerked back with a startled gasp, dropping the pen on the table.
    Surely that pen hadn’t moved on its own.
    She reached out slowly, stretching her fingers out toward the pen. The pen moved toward her hand without her touching it. Keegan jerked her hand back and stared in shock at the pen.
    “What the hell?”
    The front door opened and closed, making her jump. This was something she would have to decipher later. Right now, one of the guys was home, and she was so nervous about seeing them her heart was about to jump out her throat.
    Sam rounded the corner into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw was set in a firm line; his eyes were dark, almost stormy. She wondered if something had happened to make him angry.
    “Something happen?” she asked.
    For a second, Sam appeared surprised, then relaxed his features into a look of confusion. “No. Why?”
    “You seemed angry.”
    He shook his head and started for the fridge. “I’m not angry. Just hungry.”
    “Do you want me to fix you something?”
    “No,” he said as he opened the fridge door. “You stay there. I can get it.”
    Keegan frowned at his odd, almost cold demeanor. “Sam?”
    “Yeah?” he said from behind the door.
    Keegan sighed and got up to join him at the fridge. She put her hand on the door and slowly shut it, forcing him to stand up straight and look at her. “You don’t strike me as the shy type, Sam.”
    His lips twitched just a little. “Nope. Not shy.”
    “Are we going to talk about last night or ignore it?”
    Sam sighed and leaned against the counter. “Honestly, I was trying to gauge where you were on this. If you didn’t want to talk about it, I wasn’t going to say anything.”
    “Ah,” she said with a nod. “We can’t avoid it.”
    “No,” Sam said in agreement. “But I damn sure want to repeat it.”
    That remark made Keegan freeze in surprise. Sam was blunt. She’d give him that. His words alone sent desire racing through her veins with the strength of a locomotive. What was it about these two guys that could make her so horny so fast? They made her crazy. And all it took was a few words or a look.
    Was she really that easy?
    Sam crossed his arms over his chest and bent down, bringing himself eye level with her. “If we’re going to lay our cards on the table, we might as well go all in.”
    “I don’t recall saying anything about laying all our cards on the table.”
    “That’s how I talk about it, Keegan. I’m honest. I don’t beat around the bush. Last night was incredible, and I want you again so bad I can taste it. But what I really want is to taste you .”
    Keegan swallowed at his blunt admission. Just thinking about him tasting her had her all wet again. “Well,” she whispered. “As long as we’re being honest…”
    Sam pushed away from the counter and invaded her space. Her heart raced wildly at the hungry look in his eyes as he held her gaze captive with his.
    God, she couldn’t look away, couldn’t think of anything other than his mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, making her scream. Her breasts ached as she imagined his face buried between her legs. Her pussy clenched, and cream coated the crotch of her panties.
    “Are you going to finish that thought, sweetheart, or are you going to make me guess?” Sam murmured.
    Before she could answer, the front door opened, and someone yelled, “Sam!”
    Sam sighed. “In the kitchen.”
    He stepped back