Free All You Can Handle (Moments In Maplesville Book 5) by Farrah Rochon

at Kimmie the wrong way he was going for blood.
    In the past Kimmie had been satisfied with cake, ice cream, and having a few of her girlfriends over for Disney movies. But his little sister had grown past the Disney movie stage. It was time for grown up parties. With boys.
    “Shit,” he whispered.
    Ian set his elbows on the computer desk and cradled his head in his hands. He wasn’t ready for this. Kimmie had only been nine-years-old when his mother left and he became his sister’s legal guardian. Ian hadn’t considered what was in store for him just a few years down the road. He hadn’t anticipated the cute little girl with a lopsided pigtail—lopsided because he sucked at combing hair—would grow up so quickly.
    But she was growing up. And he’d soon have to deal with other things he didn’t want to think about, like boys asking her out on dates.
    Ian’s hands balled into fists just at the thought.
    A knock at the kitchen door wrestled his attention away from committing bodily harm on horny pre-teen boys.
    He pushed away from the computer, his movements more energetic than they had a right to be as he headed for the kitchen. He already knew who it was. There was only one person who used that kitchen door.
    He couldn’t help but to be excited at the thought of seeing Sonny, even if it meant torturing himself. It didn’t matter that he’d spent the past week trying to avoid her at all costs. Or that he had to constantly fight the urge to creep out to his garage, tiptoe up those steps, and join her in that tiny twin bed.
    He really wanted to try out that twin bed with her. With its small size it guaranteed that one of them would have to be on top. He didn’t care which one.
    Scratch that. He wanted her to be on top. For the past week his nightly fantasies centered on her riding him the way she had in her car. He wanted her completely naked this time, her skin slick with sweat, that tattoo he’d peaked at fully exposed.
    A shudder tore through his body.
    Managing to grab hold of his libido and find some semblance of control, Ian opened the door to find Sonny burdened by a massive mixing bowl, a rolling pin, and a canvas bag bulging with items he couldn’t identify.
    “I hate to ask you this,” she said, getting a better grip on the bowl. “But I have to get this cake done and there’s not enough counter space up there. Can I please use your kitchen?”
    “Uh, sure.” Ian backed out of the doorway and motioned for her to come inside.
    “I was going to just stay late at Kiera’s, but the building is undergoing its annual fumigation, so it’s off limits. I know this isn’t a part of the deal, and I’m willing to pay a little more to rent the space in your kitchen, but I just have to—”
    “Sonny, it’s cool. This kitchen is mostly used for heating up frozen pizzas and the occasional pot roast. I don’t have a problem with you using it.”
    “Thank you,” she said, relief sparkling in her eyes. She deposited the supplies on the kitchen island, then held up a finger. “Be right back,” she said, before jogging out of the door. Several minutes later she returned with two round cake pans. “The baby shower I’m baking the cake for isn’t until tomorrow, but it’s in New Orleans and the mother-to-be is going out there a day early.”
    “Take as long as you need,” Ian said. Then he added, “Just as long as I can get a taste when you’re done.”
    Her head popped up. “A taste of what?”
    Their eyes caught and held, and the temperature in the kitchen skyrocketed. Ian backed up against the counter and gripped the edge. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t help it. Just one look at her and all those reasons for not pursuing something with her flew out of his head. He wanted her, dammit.
    “Of whatever you’re offering,” he answered.
    Her gaze dropped to his chest, which jutted out because of the way he stood. Her eyes slowly trekked up to his face where they remained for