too much.
His fingertip trailed down to the valley between my breasts, his eyes following along the path he traced.
I gave up any attempt to remember how to breathe.
“No,” he said softly. “It won’t happen again. Because if it does, I’m going to be having a conversation with him instead of with you, and it will involve my fists instead of words.”
I shook my head, ready to implore him not to do anything drastic, but he cut me off with a scorching kiss. Briefly, I realized this was the first time—the only time—he’d kissed me without witnesses. No one to care what we were doing or why. No one filming it or photographing it. No one to report it to all the gossip sites. I couldn’t wonder about it for long, though, because his tongue slid along the seam of my lips just a moment before his kiss turned harder, more demanding. I opened for him without hesitation, welcoming him in and seeking more.
This wasn’t a good idea. This wasn’t part of the bargain.
There was no convincing my body of the wrongness of what we were doing, though. My head knew it was wrong, but my body swore it was so very, very right. All I could do was go along for the ride and hold on for all I had in me. So I stretched up on my toes, and I put both my arms around his neck, drawing him down closer to me, and I surrendered absolutely.
It didn’t take long to realize that Hunter had good hands. Big palms. Strong arms. Deft fingers. He knew how to use them, and he made quick use of his knowledge. I melted into him, holding on for dear life as those hands played my body like an antique, hand-me-down fiddle. But for as strong as he was, he never came close to hurting me. Not like Lance had done. He brushed and caressed, teased and tickled, but it was all done with a gentle reverence that made my girlie parts quiver with anticipation.
I was lost in a fog of sensation. It took everything I had just to remain upright. There wasn’t anything left over for me to fortify my resolve or guard my heart.
The blaring siren from the ambulance finally cut through my fog long enough for me to shove Hunter’s shoulders and force him back from me.
He looked as lost as I felt. “I’m sorry,” he grumbled. “I shouldn’t have—”
“It’s not that,” I interrupted him. I stepped free from those delicious arms, trying to get enough distance between us that maybe my brain would start to cooperate sometime in the next century. I pointed out the nursery window, where the ambulance was heading out of the parking lot, lights flashing. “It’s your brother. We should go to the hospital.”
“I’m not going to the fucking hospital. Not for him. I’ve sat by his side at the hospital too many times already. I’m not doing it again.”
I couldn’t even come close to understanding what had happened between those two for Hunter to feel that way, but that would have to wait for another day. I crossed my arms in front of me, wishing that would be enough to quell all the jumping jacks going on in my veins. “Well, if we aren’t going to the hospital, I guess we’d better go to the reception so we can explain why we aren’t there. I don’t think people will understand, and I know Lance has a bunch of things planned…”
Two minutes later, we were in Hunter’s car and heading for the hospital, still wearing our wedding attire.
ONE OF THE very few reasons, as far as I could tell, to have an older brother was supposedly to have someone to look up to. He was supposed to be the guy who taught you about life, and maybe he would make a few mistakes along the way, but then he’d show you how to avoid those same pitfalls.
Kade had made more than his fair share of mistakes along the way, and you can bet your ass I’d learned from them…but there wasn’t a chance in hell that I could look up to him. How could I do that when most of the times I saw him, it was when he was in the hospital having his stomach pumped because of some
His fingertip trailed down to the valley between my breasts, his eyes following along the path he traced.
I gave up any attempt to remember how to breathe.
“No,” he said softly. “It won’t happen again. Because if it does, I’m going to be having a conversation with him instead of with you, and it will involve my fists instead of words.”
I shook my head, ready to implore him not to do anything drastic, but he cut me off with a scorching kiss. Briefly, I realized this was the first time—the only time—he’d kissed me without witnesses. No one to care what we were doing or why. No one filming it or photographing it. No one to report it to all the gossip sites. I couldn’t wonder about it for long, though, because his tongue slid along the seam of my lips just a moment before his kiss turned harder, more demanding. I opened for him without hesitation, welcoming him in and seeking more.
This wasn’t a good idea. This wasn’t part of the bargain.
There was no convincing my body of the wrongness of what we were doing, though. My head knew it was wrong, but my body swore it was so very, very right. All I could do was go along for the ride and hold on for all I had in me. So I stretched up on my toes, and I put both my arms around his neck, drawing him down closer to me, and I surrendered absolutely.
It didn’t take long to realize that Hunter had good hands. Big palms. Strong arms. Deft fingers. He knew how to use them, and he made quick use of his knowledge. I melted into him, holding on for dear life as those hands played my body like an antique, hand-me-down fiddle. But for as strong as he was, he never came close to hurting me. Not like Lance had done. He brushed and caressed, teased and tickled, but it was all done with a gentle reverence that made my girlie parts quiver with anticipation.
I was lost in a fog of sensation. It took everything I had just to remain upright. There wasn’t anything left over for me to fortify my resolve or guard my heart.
The blaring siren from the ambulance finally cut through my fog long enough for me to shove Hunter’s shoulders and force him back from me.
He looked as lost as I felt. “I’m sorry,” he grumbled. “I shouldn’t have—”
“It’s not that,” I interrupted him. I stepped free from those delicious arms, trying to get enough distance between us that maybe my brain would start to cooperate sometime in the next century. I pointed out the nursery window, where the ambulance was heading out of the parking lot, lights flashing. “It’s your brother. We should go to the hospital.”
“I’m not going to the fucking hospital. Not for him. I’ve sat by his side at the hospital too many times already. I’m not doing it again.”
I couldn’t even come close to understanding what had happened between those two for Hunter to feel that way, but that would have to wait for another day. I crossed my arms in front of me, wishing that would be enough to quell all the jumping jacks going on in my veins. “Well, if we aren’t going to the hospital, I guess we’d better go to the reception so we can explain why we aren’t there. I don’t think people will understand, and I know Lance has a bunch of things planned…”
Two minutes later, we were in Hunter’s car and heading for the hospital, still wearing our wedding attire.
ONE OF THE very few reasons, as far as I could tell, to have an older brother was supposedly to have someone to look up to. He was supposed to be the guy who taught you about life, and maybe he would make a few mistakes along the way, but then he’d show you how to avoid those same pitfalls.
Kade had made more than his fair share of mistakes along the way, and you can bet your ass I’d learned from them…but there wasn’t a chance in hell that I could look up to him. How could I do that when most of the times I saw him, it was when he was in the hospital having his stomach pumped because of some
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