" The door opened and Keelie came out, still wearing the T-shirt she’d slept in. It was his and he was going to bronze it, or maybe sleep with that damn thing, because it would smell like her . . .
“Can I borrow the shirt?” she asked, tearing him out of his fantasy.
He blinked. “Ah. Yeah.” Okay. Keelie walking around wearing his shirt did something to his brain that just wasn’t conducive to conversation, but he managed a fairly normal smile as he picked up his coffee. “There’s coffee.”
Keelie gave him a grateful smile. “I need it.”
Her hands closed around the cup and she lifted it up to her lips.
He watched, practically mesmerized as she took a sip. A soft sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, escaped her.
His dick hardened.
How in the hell could she get him worked up just by drinking coffee? "

― Shiloh Walker , Razed (Barnes Brothers, #2)