Don’t ask. Just back away, and for all that is holy… Do. Not. Ask!
“Know what?” he ignored his inner voice and asked anyway.
So maybe he was curious. So fucking what?
This was as far as he was letting things go, so why not hear what the woman wanted to know? It wasn’t like he planned to do anything about it, no matter what she said.
Not like he was going to remove his hand from her back so she could finish taking off her bra. Not like Brody was standing here now, imagining the exact color of those tiny, twin shadows he’d seen earlier.
He wasn’t thinking about Ro’s nipples or what they’d feel like against the pads of his thumbs. He wasn’t picturing himself lifting that skirt up past the curve of an ass he’d somehow missed noticing until now.
And as Brody continued to stand there, waiting for the woman’s big reveal, he wasnotwondering what it would feel like to slide between those toned thighs and—
“I need to know if…” Ro’s slow, husky voice trailed off, breaking through his thoughts at the exact right time.
“If what?”
Again…fucking sue him.
Eyes he felt he was seeing for the very first time stared up into his. Eyes filled with secrets Brody suddenly found himself dying to know.
The blues in those eyes darkened with so much arousal, so muchdesire,it was all he could do not to strip her down and take her right there. And then she answered his question.
“If you taste as good in real life as you do in my dreams,” Ro finally revealed what she’d been trying to say.
If he tasted… In her dreams?
Ro dreams about me kissing her? Since when?
And if they kissed in her dreams, what else had they done?
With all thewhat-the-fucksrolling around in his head—and the massive hard-on filling the crotch of his jeans—Brody wasn’t the least bit prepared for the next swipe of her tongue.
And when she pulled his bottom lip between her teeth in a light, teasing nibble…
He slammed his mouth to hers in a kiss so hard, so hungry, Brody felt like a starving animal in heat. He didn’t think about the fact that this was Ro.
Sweet, sassy, funny as hell Ro who’d grown up with his little sister. Who’d grown up with him.
Instead Brody did something he never, ever did. He allowed himself a moment in time to simply…feel.
Not the stress that came with being a private operator for hire. He didn’t feel the ghosts from his past that still haunted him most nights…and some days. He didn’t even feel the guilt he knew he should possess for kissing his little sister’s best friend.
In that moment, the only thing Brody felt was…
Her.
Hot. Wet. Wild.
Sweet remnants of blue raspberry, coconuts, and something uniquely Ro filled his tastebuds as her tongue swirled and danced with his. The fire from her bare skin simmered against his palms as she melted beneath his touch.
Yes, Brody felt itall, and for once in his life, he forgot about everything else and just…felt. But seconds later…
A tiny moan escaped the back of Ro’s delicate throat. One filled with sex, passion, and promises to come.
It was a sound thatshouldhave spurred him on in his quest. But as it seeped into Brody’s lust-filled mind, it was as if a giant wave of cold water had splashed over him, dousing the flames of a fire that never should have been ignited.
If for no other reason than the fact that Ro was clearly drunk and not acting with a clear head. And he’d just taken advantage of that. Of her.