looked flushed, but she
wasn’t angry and she wasn’t leaving.
“I told you to go inside.”
“And if I don’t?”
Her unexpected response slammed into him like a runaway steer. He nearly staggered.
“I don’t have a whole lot of self-control left. I want to kiss you. I want to do a
whole lot more, but I’m willing to settle for that. So if you don’t run away, I won’t
be able to resist.”
She smiled. “Gee, Brady, a clear warning like that and you say you’re not a gentleman.
I’d say you’re the best kind.” Then she raised herself up on tiptoes and pressed her
mouth to his.
He was so shocked by her actions that it took him nearly two heartbeats to register
what was going on. Her fingertips lay lightly on his shoulder; her body was inches
from his. He could feel her heat, inhale her scent, and against his mouth was the
sweetest, tenderest, most arousing touch he’d ever experienced.
Pleasure exploded. He wrapped his arms around her and hauled her hard against him.
She melted into his body, her curves flowing over his hard planes, her arms embracing
his neck, her thighs teasing his.
Every point of contact ignited its own fire. He raised one hand to her head and buried
his fingers in her thick curls. With his other hand he followed her spine to her waist,
then slipped to the side to cup the swell of her hip. She was built for a man to love—strong,
round, supple.
He tilted his head and moved his mouth against hers. Her lips parted and he licked
at the open seam. A soft whimper escaped her throat. The sound bore into his chest,
feeding an already out-of-control need, sending hot blood coursing through his body.
He was hard and aching in seconds.
Randi clutched at Brady, wondering what on earth was happening between them. She’d
been kissed before. She’d even made love a couple of times with her college boyfriend.
The experience had been pleasant, but it hadn’t prepared her to go up in flames. She
liked Brady and admired his body, but she hadn’t known he could arouse her with just
a kiss.
As his tongue swept into her mouth, her legs began to tremble. The rippling in her
thighs made it difficult to stay upright. She had to lean against him to maintain
her balance.
He teased the tip of her tongue with his, then circled hers, igniting explosions of
intense pleasure in her breasts and between her legs. She was already damp. She could
feel the heat and the wanting that was as much an ache as a throb. Her breasts swelled,
the nipples tightening until she had to press against his chest to try and ease the
pressure.
As she clung to him, she remembered his words and the picture he’d painted of her
in his bed. She wanted to be there—wanted it more than she’d ever wanted anything
in her life.
He cupped her face in his hands, his fingers stroked her cheeks. The tenderness in
the gesture was as perfect as his mouth against hers. He broke the kiss and gazed
at her. She wondered if she looked as aroused as he did.
“Wow,” he said, and smiled.
“Yeah. That’s what I was thinking.” She giggled softly.
“So you’re not offended?”
She reached up and brushed her thumb across his mouth, then shook her head. “Hardly.
Intrigued. Surprised, but not offended.”
“I’m glad.” He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. Warm,
damp kisses slipped down to her T-shirt. His hands rested on her shoulders. One moved
lower, drifting toward her breast. She held her breath in anticipation.
He cupped the curve gently, almost reverently. She exhaled as intense pleasure filled
her. Long, strong fingers stroked her and his thumb brushed over her taut nipple.
She clutched at him and sighed.
“Sweet Rita,” he murmured against her neck.
It was as if he’d dumped a bucket of cold water over her. She stiffened and stared
in horror.
He raised his head and looked at her. “Rita? What’s wrong?”
He’d
wasn’t angry and she wasn’t leaving.
“I told you to go inside.”
“And if I don’t?”
Her unexpected response slammed into him like a runaway steer. He nearly staggered.
“I don’t have a whole lot of self-control left. I want to kiss you. I want to do a
whole lot more, but I’m willing to settle for that. So if you don’t run away, I won’t
be able to resist.”
She smiled. “Gee, Brady, a clear warning like that and you say you’re not a gentleman.
I’d say you’re the best kind.” Then she raised herself up on tiptoes and pressed her
mouth to his.
He was so shocked by her actions that it took him nearly two heartbeats to register
what was going on. Her fingertips lay lightly on his shoulder; her body was inches
from his. He could feel her heat, inhale her scent, and against his mouth was the
sweetest, tenderest, most arousing touch he’d ever experienced.
Pleasure exploded. He wrapped his arms around her and hauled her hard against him.
She melted into his body, her curves flowing over his hard planes, her arms embracing
his neck, her thighs teasing his.
Every point of contact ignited its own fire. He raised one hand to her head and buried
his fingers in her thick curls. With his other hand he followed her spine to her waist,
then slipped to the side to cup the swell of her hip. She was built for a man to love—strong,
round, supple.
He tilted his head and moved his mouth against hers. Her lips parted and he licked
at the open seam. A soft whimper escaped her throat. The sound bore into his chest,
feeding an already out-of-control need, sending hot blood coursing through his body.
He was hard and aching in seconds.
Randi clutched at Brady, wondering what on earth was happening between them. She’d
been kissed before. She’d even made love a couple of times with her college boyfriend.
The experience had been pleasant, but it hadn’t prepared her to go up in flames. She
liked Brady and admired his body, but she hadn’t known he could arouse her with just
a kiss.
As his tongue swept into her mouth, her legs began to tremble. The rippling in her
thighs made it difficult to stay upright. She had to lean against him to maintain
her balance.
He teased the tip of her tongue with his, then circled hers, igniting explosions of
intense pleasure in her breasts and between her legs. She was already damp. She could
feel the heat and the wanting that was as much an ache as a throb. Her breasts swelled,
the nipples tightening until she had to press against his chest to try and ease the
pressure.
As she clung to him, she remembered his words and the picture he’d painted of her
in his bed. She wanted to be there—wanted it more than she’d ever wanted anything
in her life.
He cupped her face in his hands, his fingers stroked her cheeks. The tenderness in
the gesture was as perfect as his mouth against hers. He broke the kiss and gazed
at her. She wondered if she looked as aroused as he did.
“Wow,” he said, and smiled.
“Yeah. That’s what I was thinking.” She giggled softly.
“So you’re not offended?”
She reached up and brushed her thumb across his mouth, then shook her head. “Hardly.
Intrigued. Surprised, but not offended.”
“I’m glad.” He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. Warm,
damp kisses slipped down to her T-shirt. His hands rested on her shoulders. One moved
lower, drifting toward her breast. She held her breath in anticipation.
He cupped the curve gently, almost reverently. She exhaled as intense pleasure filled
her. Long, strong fingers stroked her and his thumb brushed over her taut nipple.
She clutched at him and sighed.
“Sweet Rita,” he murmured against her neck.
It was as if he’d dumped a bucket of cold water over her. She stiffened and stared
in horror.
He raised his head and looked at her. “Rita? What’s wrong?”
He’d
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