Sweetest Mistake (Nolan Brothers #2) by Amy Olle

done nothing to wash away his want of her, and instead, one hand had slipped down his body, over the clenched muscles of his abdomen, to stroke his rock-hard length. Exquisite sensation had torn through him. He’d pressed the flat of his palm against the shower wall and with his other hand, pumped his rigid shaft.
    His body roared with the knowledge. Her. He wanted her. He had to have her.
    With one final tug of the long hardness between his legs, his thoughts had scattered with the orgasm screaming through him.
    Now, as he approached their table with the round of drinks, he pondered how it’d happened. How, in a single night, she had turned everything upside down. How, in a single, erotic power grab, she’d gone from the woman he wanted to fuck with to the woman he wanted to fuck.
    His gaze bored into the back of her head. His face felt weird, stiff and twisted in an odd, scrunched up kind of way. Like he was scowling, except he never scowled. He was far too good-natured for such petulant displays.
    He slid into the booth beside her and her light, flowery scent reached out to him. His body grew taut and molten at once.
    He glared down at her.
    She shot him a pitying look. “What’s the matter? Bad hair day?”
    He laid a hand over his heart. “ Daaaamn , prison changed you.”
    “Prison?” Mina and Noah said together.
    Emily offered them a weak smile, and then lanced him with toffee-brown daggers.
    He could pick out at least three distinct shades of brown in her eyes. His favorite, near the center, was a deep, burnished whiskey. His balls tightened.
    He bared his teeth. “You don’t like me.”
    She shrugged her dainty shoulders and took a diminutive sip of her drink. A kiss of moisture remained on her small mouth when she returned the glass to the table.
    “Everyone likes me,” he felt compelled to point out.
    Her snort of disbelief rankled. “Because y-you’re so modest, no doubt.”
    That was it. Time to hit the reset button on this debacle and return things to the way they were before she showed him every delicious inch of her naked body.
    He eased back in the booth and folded his arms over his abdomen. “Ah, I get it. There’s something wrong with you, isn’t there? A personality disorder, maybe?”
    A lick of fire flared in her eyes.
    An answering spark shot to his groin.
    “It is odd, I’ll admit,” she said. “I mean, w-why w-would I dislike the cop who, w-with zero evidence and even less reason to be suspicious, has accused me of an array of grievous crimes ranging from distracted driving to frowning?”
    “Are you still mad about that? I apologized, didn’t I?”
    “I’m sure you were just doing your job to the best of y-your abilities.”
    “That’s right,” he said. “It’s hard, thankless work keeping the streets of Thief Island free from thugs and hoodlums.”
    “Is it hard work keeping track of all the w-women you accuse of felony frowning?”
    He wanted to kiss her.
    “Don’t be silly. Lack of respect shown to a public servant isn’t a felony. Tactless and repugnant, maybe, but not a felony.”
    She sighed. “Experienced as you are with moral corruption, I trust you’re right.”
    From across the table, his brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law watched the exchange with wide eyes, their heads volleying like spectators at a sporting event.
    Over Noah’s shoulder, Kate emerged from the women’s restroom.
    Luke tilted his pint and downed the last drop of Guinness. He pushed to his feet. “Speaking of moral corruption, I need to talk to our brother about his children.”
    Noah straightened. “What about them?”
    “Their obsession with My Little Pony has gotten out of hand. It’s time for an intervention.”
    Noah laughed and Luke clapped him on the shoulder. “Congratulations again, you two. Let me know the details when you have them.”
    He turned to go, but pulled up at the last second. With an exaggerated snap of his fingers, he swiveled toward Emily. “Oh, I almost