Choosing Happy (Madison Square #2)

Choosing Happy (Madison Square #2) by Samatha Harris

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    “Call,” Drew added, tossing in his own chip.
    I heard a key slide into the lock and the door swung open with a loud twack as it slammed into the wall beside it.
    “Shit,” she muttered.
    “Madison?” Liam asked.
    “Yeah, it’s me.”
    “I’m gonna give her a hand,” I said, quickly getting to my feet.
    “It’s your bet,” Drew said.
    “I fold.” I shrugged and tossed my cards down on the table and heading for the front door.
    She was loaded down with grocery bags, trying to kick the door closed while balancing a case of beer under one arm. I smiled and stepped forward, taking the beer out of her arms and a couple of the grocery bags.
    She exhaled in relief and looked up at me, her eyes going wide. “Sean? What are you…”
    “Hey there, beautiful.” I smiled down at her, and her lips twitched.
    “Hey,” she said, shifting her remaining bags in her arm. I couldn’t help but watch her. Fuck she was gorgeous. Clear blue eyes, soft pink lips. That adorable pink color flooded her cheeks, and my smile widened.
    I stepped to the side to let her through, and she headed down the hall to the living room, where the guys were.
    Liam lifted his head when she came in. “Hey, sis,” he said. “You remember Drew.” Drew raised his hand in greeting without taking his eyes off his cards. He’d been playing worse than me, and by the look on his face his unlucky streak wasn’t getting any better.
    “This is Drew’s brother, David,” Liam said, gesturing toward Dave.
    David pushed out of his chair, standing to shake her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a smile.
    “She brought beer,” I said, lifting the case as proof.
    “Thanks, Maddie,” Liam said. “We were running low.”
    “Sure. I’m just gonna go put this stuff away.” She lifted the bags in her hand and headed toward the kitchen as I followed close behind her.
    I put the beer in the fridge and she dropped the bags on to the counter, emptying them and putting the items away one by one. I watched her pull open the cabinet above the stove, reaching up on her tiptoes to put away the crackers. I slid behind her and braced a hand gently on her hip, pressing my body against her back as I took the box from her fingers and placed it easily onto the shelf above her head. Her body tensed with the contact, and she slowly lowered her hand.
    I should’ve stepped back and given her some space, but I couldn’t move. Her body, warm and soft, was pressed against every hard line of mine. She shifted, turning slowly to face me, her hip rubbing against the fly of my jeans, and I swallowed thickly, trying to ward off the hard-on that would be difficult to explain to her brother in the other room.
    I moved back a little, giving her enough room to turn, and braced my hands on the counter beside her hips. She looked up at me, her beautiful face a mixture of nerves and arousal. She swallowed thickly and flicked her tongue out to wet her lips. It took every ounce of my willpower not to lean in and taste her lips for myself.
    We were close. Very close. Her soft, full breasts pressed against me with every breath she took. I could practically see her resolve breaking. I was slowly chipping away at the walls she’d built to keep me out.
    “Why are you fighting this?” I asked, gripping her chin and running the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. She sucked a breath in through those perfect pink lips and closed her eyes.
    “You feel it too,” I said. “I can tell.”
    She swallowed and turned her head away from me, but she couldn’t hide the blush that crept its way up the smooth skin of her neck. I leaned down, my lips barely brushing against her ear.
    “Say yes,” I whispered.
    The sweet floral scent of her skin was intoxicating. Before I knew what I was doing, I pressed a soft kiss to her neck and was rewarded with a long exhale as her body leaned into me. My hard pressed against all her soft as I looked into her beautiful eyes.
    She

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