him.
Jason retired to his room soon after dinner. His
door was closed, but Brendan heard the television. Mia had opted for a shower.
Twenty minutes ago. What did women do that took so long?
He wanted to talk to her about Ray. Something
wasn’t right there. A man like that wouldn’t give up so easily. They needed to
be on their toes until he found out what the man was up to.
“Want a glass of wine?”
Mia stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen,
wearing a pair of sleep shorts and spaghetti strap tank that hugged her curves
and showed her silky-smooth skin. Skin he longed to run his hands over. After
the look they’d shared over dinner he should be running out the door instead of
saying yes to a glass of wine.
“You sit. I’ll get the glasses.”
While she disappeared into the kitchen, he dropped
down on the sofa. She walked in a few minutes later with a bottle of red wine
and two glasses. The glasses she set on the coffee table, the bottle and opener
she handed to him before sitting next to him.
He popped the cork and poured the rich red liquid
into the glasses. Mia accepted one, taking a long sip. Nervous? That wasn’t
like her.
“Thanks for teaching Jason to use the grill,” she
said.
Small talk. All right. “No problem.”
She took another sip, then let out a tense laugh.
“What are we doing?”
“Unwinding with a glass of wine.”
“Is that all?”
Her low tone made him set his glass down and gently
take hers from her hand and put it on the table next to his. Leaning in, he
pressed his lips against hers. Something he’d wanted to do since the moment he
saw her. At first she didn’t kiss him back, then, as if the flood gates on a
dam opened, she opened her mouth and let him deepen the kiss.
God, she tasted like wine and honey. Sweet and
incredible. Like no other woman he’d ever tasted.
A low moan escaped her mouth as she climbed on his
lap, circling her legs around him. The feel of her rubbing against him set his
blood on fire. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back,
allowing him access to her neck where he kissed a fiery trail down to the
neckline of her tank. Her nipples budded through the thin fabric.
A gasp escaped her lips when he nipped the delicate
spot on her throat where her pulse pounded.
“Bedroom,” she breathed, grinding against him.
Brendan rose with her still wrapped around him and
carried her into the master bedroom, trying to focus on putting one foot in
front of the other. Not easy, with the way her tongue licked his earlobe. Damn
erotic.
Once inside, he tossed her on the bed and went to
close the door, hearing her soft laughter. He could listen to that carefree
sound all day long. After locking the door in case Jason got curious, he shucked
his clothes. Mia had already slipped out of hers and lay naked and beautiful on
the bed. For a moment he could only stare. God, she was the most beautiful
woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Soft curves, silky skin, incredible breasts.
And a smile that melted his heart. Unable to
withstand any longer, he lowered himself on the bed and claimed her lips. This
time her response was instant, her tongue melding with his. Her hands were
everywhere, as if she couldn’t get enough of touching him. That only fueled his
need for her.
He traced a path down her neck to her breasts.
Drawing a nipple into his mouth, he circled it with his tongue, causing her
back to arch. Turned on by her uninhibited response, he moved lower, aching to
taste her.
“Yes,” she whispered when he ran his tongue over her
sweet center. Her hips raised, inviting him in. He didn’t hesitate to taste all
of her.
Her hands kneaded his shoulders, nails digging into
his flesh. He gripped her hips, hearing her breath come in pants as she neared
climax. Sliding a finger inside her wet heat he urged her to the edge. Her body
convulsed, a stifled cry escaping her lips as she clenched around his hand.
After tasting every last drop of her he climbed
Jason retired to his room soon after dinner. His
door was closed, but Brendan heard the television. Mia had opted for a shower.
Twenty minutes ago. What did women do that took so long?
He wanted to talk to her about Ray. Something
wasn’t right there. A man like that wouldn’t give up so easily. They needed to
be on their toes until he found out what the man was up to.
“Want a glass of wine?”
Mia stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen,
wearing a pair of sleep shorts and spaghetti strap tank that hugged her curves
and showed her silky-smooth skin. Skin he longed to run his hands over. After
the look they’d shared over dinner he should be running out the door instead of
saying yes to a glass of wine.
“You sit. I’ll get the glasses.”
While she disappeared into the kitchen, he dropped
down on the sofa. She walked in a few minutes later with a bottle of red wine
and two glasses. The glasses she set on the coffee table, the bottle and opener
she handed to him before sitting next to him.
He popped the cork and poured the rich red liquid
into the glasses. Mia accepted one, taking a long sip. Nervous? That wasn’t
like her.
“Thanks for teaching Jason to use the grill,” she
said.
Small talk. All right. “No problem.”
She took another sip, then let out a tense laugh.
“What are we doing?”
“Unwinding with a glass of wine.”
“Is that all?”
Her low tone made him set his glass down and gently
take hers from her hand and put it on the table next to his. Leaning in, he
pressed his lips against hers. Something he’d wanted to do since the moment he
saw her. At first she didn’t kiss him back, then, as if the flood gates on a
dam opened, she opened her mouth and let him deepen the kiss.
God, she tasted like wine and honey. Sweet and
incredible. Like no other woman he’d ever tasted.
A low moan escaped her mouth as she climbed on his
lap, circling her legs around him. The feel of her rubbing against him set his
blood on fire. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back,
allowing him access to her neck where he kissed a fiery trail down to the
neckline of her tank. Her nipples budded through the thin fabric.
A gasp escaped her lips when he nipped the delicate
spot on her throat where her pulse pounded.
“Bedroom,” she breathed, grinding against him.
Brendan rose with her still wrapped around him and
carried her into the master bedroom, trying to focus on putting one foot in
front of the other. Not easy, with the way her tongue licked his earlobe. Damn
erotic.
Once inside, he tossed her on the bed and went to
close the door, hearing her soft laughter. He could listen to that carefree
sound all day long. After locking the door in case Jason got curious, he shucked
his clothes. Mia had already slipped out of hers and lay naked and beautiful on
the bed. For a moment he could only stare. God, she was the most beautiful
woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Soft curves, silky skin, incredible breasts.
And a smile that melted his heart. Unable to
withstand any longer, he lowered himself on the bed and claimed her lips. This
time her response was instant, her tongue melding with his. Her hands were
everywhere, as if she couldn’t get enough of touching him. That only fueled his
need for her.
He traced a path down her neck to her breasts.
Drawing a nipple into his mouth, he circled it with his tongue, causing her
back to arch. Turned on by her uninhibited response, he moved lower, aching to
taste her.
“Yes,” she whispered when he ran his tongue over her
sweet center. Her hips raised, inviting him in. He didn’t hesitate to taste all
of her.
Her hands kneaded his shoulders, nails digging into
his flesh. He gripped her hips, hearing her breath come in pants as she neared
climax. Sliding a finger inside her wet heat he urged her to the edge. Her body
convulsed, a stifled cry escaping her lips as she clenched around his hand.
After tasting every last drop of her he climbed
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