Intimate Caresses (The Love and Danger Series) by Elizabeth Lennox

stopped her conversation with Hannah and looked up, turning her head while her eyes zeroed in on him.  She didn’t even have to search.  She just knew exactly where he was.
    As he approached the table, he noticed those pretty blue eyes becoming nervous, but underneath her anxiety was that intense sexual need that they felt the moment they were less than fifty feet from each other. 
    “What are you doing here?” she demanded as soon as he stepped up to their table. 
    Brock was vaguely aware of Sam taking the seat next to Hannah and kissing her with what was probably embarrassing enthusiasm, but he only had eyes for Nina.  It felt like it had been days since he’d seen her, but it had only been about thirteen hours since he’d left her bed this morning. 
    “You look great,” he said and bent lower, kissing her briefly before she could stop him. But even that brief kiss told him so much.  And his body was instantly hard and aching to be inside of her again.  How she could have this much control over him, he had no clue but he liked it. 
    The tension was broken a moment later when Walker and Colt arrived with four beers, handing one to Sam and another to Brock.  They stole chairs from another table and all four enormous men sat down and overwhelmed. 
    “You aren’t supposed to be here,” Nina snapped, pulling back but Brock only shifted in his chair so that their thighs were once again touching and his arm stretched out behind her. 
    Sam put his beer down in front of him and said, “Hannah told me she was here with you and we decided to make sure you ladies could get home safely.”
    Nina rolled her eyes.  “We specifically chose this bar because we could easily walk home from here.”
    “Good plan,” Sam said, winking at her. 
    Hannah rolled her eyes.  “I told you I was here so you wouldn’t worry about me.  Not so that you would come here and invade our space.”
    “Ah darlin’,” he said and kissed her neck, making her giggle. “I want to be anywhere you are.”
    She pushed him away.  “You just want to spy on me.  Besides, we’re here to find a man for Nina.  So just go away.”  She looked at Brock.  “You too.”
    Brock shook his head as he took a long swallow of his beer.  “Nina doesn’t need another man.  She has me.”
    “I don’t want you,” she replied, glaring up at him but she was uncomfortably aware of him and all the things they’d done together last night.  Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered and even her face betrayed her. 
    He didn’t say anything, but simply raised one black eyebrow in response as if to silently let her know that he too was thinking about their night together. 
    She blushed and turned away, shifting again to try and put some space between their bodies.  “I don’t even want to date.  I’m not on the market.”
    Brock wasn’t bothered by her bluster.  She was nervous about what they felt for each other and he could work with that.  He didn’t understand, but he would figure out how to overcome her fears.  “You’re not dating.  And you just came off of the market.”
    Hannah shook her head.  “You thought she was a murderer,” she said to Brock.  “So you don’t count any longer.”
    He winked at Hannah.  “She’s not a suspect any longer.”
    Hannah was impervious to Brock’s charm.  Sam’s?  Okay, she was a marshmallow for Sam’s charm. But Brock she could ignore out of respect for Nina’s feelings.  “She should never have been on your suspect list to begin with.”
    “We were just doing our jobs.”
    Hannah huffed.  “Well, as her new friend, I’m doing my job to find her a man that won’t think she’s a murderer.  And there are plenty around here if you guys would just head out of here and stop scaring away the possibilities.”
    “She doesn’t need any other possibilities.  She has me,” Brock confirmed.
    “I don’t have you,” Nina countered.
    “You did ,” he countered