No longer on the couch where he’d left her, Ro was standing in the middle of the room near the coffee table. And she’d just taken off her blouse and was tossing it to the side.
Long, dark brown hair fell in a continuous wave over her shoulders, the ends of several locks brushing the tips of the dusty pink shadows he could barely through her bra’s thick dense white lace.
Flawless porcelain skin seemed to glow beneath the room’s bright light as he took in the sight of her curves. Toned yet luscious, Brody had seen them before.
At the pool. The beach.
When they were younger, he, Ro, Meg, and Christian had practically lived at the beach during the summer months. And this was no different than seeing her in a swimsuit.
A white, lacey, damn-near see through swimsuit with a skirt that hugged her hips and thighs as if it were tailored specifically for her.
Brody took in the image as a whole as he tried like hell to think of something to say.
Ro’s hair was slightly disheveled, her cheeks were flush, and she was without a shirt and barefoot. And damn if he didn’t find the look sexy as hell.
Don’t ever remember her looking like that at the beach.
Brody swallowed. Hard. “Uh…whatcha doin’, Ro?” he choked out before finally regaining the ability to walk again.
“It’s hot.” Her pretty face twisted into an adorable pout. “Aren’t you hot?”
Getting there.
“Nope,” Brody hurried the lie. “I feel fine.”
You feel something, all right.
A quick clearing of his throat kept him from verbally arguing with the voice in his head. Because that voice? It was dead fucking wrong.
He wasn’t hot. He felt perfectly comfortable, in fact. Not too hot, not too cold. And his zipper sure as fuck wasnotstarting to feel tighter than before.
But above all else, Brody absolutely, one hundred percent, without a fucking doubt, was not physically attracted to his little sister’s best friend.
Ro was attractive, sure. But he wasn’tattractedto her. So his dick was getting hard just thinking about how soft all that perfect, statue-like skin would feel beneath his touch. So what?
That was simply a healthy male body reacting to seeing a beautiful woman standing less than three feet away. A beautiful woman wearing nothing but a bra that cupped a set of breasts he just knew would fill his fists perfectly, a form-fitting skirt that fell mid-thigh and showcased a set of long, toned legs, and…
His gaze fell to the skirt’s hem, and suddenly Brody found himself wondering what he’d find if she moved the black material up just a few more inches.
What the fuck? This isn’t some random woman you picked up at the bar. She’s your friend!
Blinking the inappropriate thoughts away, he realized that voice was actually right for a change. He absolutely shouldnotbe wondering what color Ro’s panties were…or if she was even wearing any at all.
He needed to give her the water, ibuprofen, and food. That’s what a good friend would do, and that’s exactly what he was. Afriend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
“You’re really not hot?” Ro’s dark brows turned inward. “I feel like I’m on fire. Maybe…” She fumbled around a bit, her arms moving in slow, uncoordinated motions. “Maybe if I take this off, too…”
It took Brody a second longer than it should have to realize her intent.
Ro’s hands vanished behind her back, her elbows pointing out to her sides as she appeared to be struggling with…
Oh, shit!
“Ro, stop!”
In an instant, everything seemed to happen all at ounce.