Brody rushed to where she stood. In a single, fluid motion, he set the glass and pills on the coffee table behind her. At the same time, he wrapped his arms around Ro and covered her hands with his to keep her from doing something heknewshe’d regret come morning.
“What are you—”
“Don’t think you really want to do that, sweetheart.”
And then he heard…
“You’re so pretty.”
Her voice was soft. Breathless. Her words a whisper Brody wasn’t entirely certain he’d heard correctly. But when he glanced down and found those vibrant blue eyes looking up at him, he knew he wasn’t mistaken.
He’d been called a lot of things in his thirty-four years, but pretty wasn’t one of them.
Soft, silky hair brushed against the arm still holding her close, the ends tickling the skin on the back of his hand. A hand still holding hers—and in turn, her bra—in place.
“No, that’s not right,” Ro changed her mind. Tilting her head to the side, that incredible—albeit glassy—stare of hers studied him more intently. “You’re not pretty. You’re rough and rugged. Like a cross between a warrior and a mountain man.”
“A mountain man?”
“Mmm hmm…” She nodded, her hot, sweet breath hitting his neck as she spoke. “A dark, surly, sexy mountain man full of straight lines and angry stares.”
Ro thought he was sexy? Since when?
“I’m sorry?” Brody asked, because surely he’d misunderstood.
“No,I’mthe one who’s sorry, Brody.” Sliding one of her hands free from his hold, she slapped it gently over the place where his heart was wildly thumping. “I’m sorry for so…so many things.”
He worked his throat and forced himself to keep his eyes on hers, rather than the luscious cleavage staring back at him from inches below. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, Ro.”
“But mostly…” She continued as if he hadn’t spoken, her voice almost ethereal as her smoldering blue gaze dropped to his lips. “Mostly, I’m sorry I never did this.”
Before he could process her intent, Ro was up on her tiptoes, and her lips—those full, perfectly bow-shaped, ruby red lips—were pressing against his.
What the…
Every muscle in Brody’s body stiffened, his muscles locking down tight beneath the unexpected touch. For the next few seconds, he didn’t move an inch. Didn’t so much asbreatheas he stood frozen, one arm still wrapped tightly around her while the other…
The other was clenched in a white-knuckled fist at his side.
This is nothing. Just a one-sided kiss. That’s all. And any second now, Ro’s going to realize what she’s doing, and—
Ro slid the tip of her hot, wet tongue along the seam of his unmoving lips.
Fuuuuuck.
Brody squeezed his eyes shut, his throat suddenly desert dry as he did everything in his power to think ofanythingother than how good her half-naked form felt against his. Desperate to ignore the scent of coconuts and vanilla coming from her silky hair, he refused to acknowledge how incredible she felt in his arms.
Or the seductive way she was teasing him with her tongue.
This is wrong. This is Ro. You can’t do this with her. You can’t—
“Brody,” Ro whispered his name as if he were a wish she prayed would be granted. With her lips brushing against his, she added a breathy, cock-filling, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
After two hard swallows, Brody managed to choke out a gravelly, “This?”
You know damn well what she’s talking about.
“A taste.” She gave a barely-there nod. “Just one. Just one, so I can finally know.”