I wish.
“You’ve been gone a while,” Addison said.
“Rebel gave me a house tour,” she replied.
Addison smiled. “He’s good looking, don’t you think?”
Brit shrugged. “I guess.”
Addison leaned close and whispered, “You can fool them, but you can’t fool me.”
“Okay, fine, he’s good looking,” Brit whispered. “So what?”
“I thought you’d sworn off men after your last boyfriend.”
“I have,” Brit replied. “But that was over a year ago. And just because I think he’s handsome doesn’t mean jack. I live in Colorado, remember?”
“I know,” Addison said. “I miss you. Dad too. Why don’t you move back here?”
Brit put her arm around Addison and gave her a little squeeze. “Maybe one day. We’ll see.”
“I’m taking Prescott’s motorcycle for a trial run,” Rebel announced over the chatter. “Anyone wanna ride with me?”
“I’ll go,” Brit replied.
“I don’t think so,” her dad said.
Philip Skye was extremely protective of her. She loved that about her dad, but she was never one to listen.
Brit laughed, then kissed him on the cheek. “I love you, Daddy.”
“Does that mean you’renotgetting on the motorcycle?” her dad asked.
“Uh-huh,” Brit replied with a smile.
“Helmets?” Rebel asked.
“Garage,” Prescott replied before Rebel and Britain hurried out, disappearing into the garage.
The second they were alone, the energy shifted. The irresistible pull to kiss him, to touch him, had her fighting to keep from jumping him all over again.
His steely-blue eyes bore through her. “You’re playing with fire if you hang with me,” he warned.
“Bring it on,” she replied. “I can handle the heat.”
A shadow fell over his brow, his black pupils darkening his light irises. She bit back a gasp as he dipped down, kissed her.
Heat infused her sex-starved body, the need to take him inside her hijacked her thoughts. She’d never had such an intense reaction to anyone,ever. If she didn’t know better, she’d say she was drunk, her entire body humming with unrelenting need. But Brit hadn’t had a sip of booze. She was flying high just from being around him.
Unwilling to stop herself, she draped her arms over his shoulders, and kissed him back. He pulled her tight against him, deepened their kiss. His throaty moan turned her panties wet while she pressed herself closer still.
Whew, he’s hot.
She ended the kiss, stepped back, and stood there gaping at him while trying to steady her breathing.
“Woman, you’re killin’ me,” he rasped.
Her insides were thrumming, her thoughts jumbled, her libido raging. She needed to get control of herself, so she ran herfingers through her long hair, inhaled a calming breath, and told herself to behave.