teenagers. Making love sounded so much more serious, so committed.
He hadn’t had a woman in months. And now here was a woman who’d just run from her wedding, offering herself to him. Sober this time.
Every part of him—and one in particular—wanted to accept her offer.
“Brandy…”
“Oh, that’s a no. The tone gives it all away.” She pulled back a bit and pulled her shirt back down. “Is this that ‘You’ll regret it’ stuff? Because if it is, I can promise you I won’t.”
“You might.”
“Come on, can’t I decide that? You’re acting like I’m some half-wit.” She went quiet and he wasn’t sure what to say either.
“I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “Don’t be. Like I said, I really liked what we were doing. And I…” Her words trailed off into a long yawn.
“And you’re tired,” he finished for her, unable to resist trailing a finger over her swollen bottom lip.
“Yes, I am.” She yawned again and then sighed. “Oh, who am I kidding? It’s after two in the morning and I’m exhausted. I won’t try and talk you into going to bed with me tonight.”
“You won’t?”
“Nope. When we sleep together, I want to have buckets of energy. Because something tells me I’ll need it. You are an outstanding kisser, Marco. And your hands will give me sweet dreams tonight. But right now, I’m too tired to do anything besides go to sleep.”
Marco blinked. Go to sleep? What the hell kind of transition was that? She’d gone from wanting to go to bed with him, to wanting to go to bed.
Stop it, this is what you wanted.
“Ugh…okay.” He shook his head and climbed on the bike, telling himself it was better this way.
The sound of someone knocking on the door woke her. Brandy blinked her eyes open, spotted the half-naked woman poster on the ceiling and remembered everything.
“Yes?” she croaked and pulled the sheet up to her chin.
“You awake?”
“Define awake.”
Marco’s soft laughter on the other side of the door slid over her senses, sending warm tingles through her. She touched her lips, remembering the kiss from last night.
Lord, the man knew how to knock a girl’s socks off with just a kiss. And he’d done it twice now.
“Are you hungry?”
For ? She bit her lip to stop the naughty taunt from spilling. Jeez, what was wrong with her? Calm the hormones, Brandy.
“Yeah. I’m a little hungry.”
“Great. I need to go into Vegas this morning. I thought we could grab breakfast if you want.”
He was inviting her to spend more time with him? Surely he should be nearly sick of her by now. The idea he wanted her to come with him again spread warmth throughout her body.
Her stomach rumbled and she scrubbed a fist over her eye. “I’d love to. When are you leaving?”
“Can you be ready in a half hour?”
“Sure.” Brandy winced and climbed out of bed.
So much for getting herself off in the shower again. Between that mini-make out session last night and the sensual dream she’d just woken up from, a little relief would’ve been welcome.
But now she’d be lucky to have time for a shampoo. Though, she somehow doubted she’d be willing to settle for taking matters into her own hands anyway. No. Next time, she wanted it in his hands.
“I washed your clothes last night,” he called out from the other side of the door. “I know you wanted to shop before your shift, but I figured you’d want clean clothes for this morning.”
She froze, halfway to the door, her eyebrows rising. The man did her laundry? Amazing. It might not have fazed her if she’d led the life her parents did. But she’d been in her own condo since she’d graduated college, and she refused to hire a housekeeper. So she knew full well how laundry could suck the life out of someone’s day.
Grabbing the door handle, she suddenly stopped. She tugged the T-shirt he’d lent her further down her thighs self-consciously, and then twisted the handle to open the door.
Marco stood on the
He hadn’t had a woman in months. And now here was a woman who’d just run from her wedding, offering herself to him. Sober this time.
Every part of him—and one in particular—wanted to accept her offer.
“Brandy…”
“Oh, that’s a no. The tone gives it all away.” She pulled back a bit and pulled her shirt back down. “Is this that ‘You’ll regret it’ stuff? Because if it is, I can promise you I won’t.”
“You might.”
“Come on, can’t I decide that? You’re acting like I’m some half-wit.” She went quiet and he wasn’t sure what to say either.
“I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “Don’t be. Like I said, I really liked what we were doing. And I…” Her words trailed off into a long yawn.
“And you’re tired,” he finished for her, unable to resist trailing a finger over her swollen bottom lip.
“Yes, I am.” She yawned again and then sighed. “Oh, who am I kidding? It’s after two in the morning and I’m exhausted. I won’t try and talk you into going to bed with me tonight.”
“You won’t?”
“Nope. When we sleep together, I want to have buckets of energy. Because something tells me I’ll need it. You are an outstanding kisser, Marco. And your hands will give me sweet dreams tonight. But right now, I’m too tired to do anything besides go to sleep.”
Marco blinked. Go to sleep? What the hell kind of transition was that? She’d gone from wanting to go to bed with him, to wanting to go to bed.
Stop it, this is what you wanted.
“Ugh…okay.” He shook his head and climbed on the bike, telling himself it was better this way.
The sound of someone knocking on the door woke her. Brandy blinked her eyes open, spotted the half-naked woman poster on the ceiling and remembered everything.
“Yes?” she croaked and pulled the sheet up to her chin.
“You awake?”
“Define awake.”
Marco’s soft laughter on the other side of the door slid over her senses, sending warm tingles through her. She touched her lips, remembering the kiss from last night.
Lord, the man knew how to knock a girl’s socks off with just a kiss. And he’d done it twice now.
“Are you hungry?”
For ? She bit her lip to stop the naughty taunt from spilling. Jeez, what was wrong with her? Calm the hormones, Brandy.
“Yeah. I’m a little hungry.”
“Great. I need to go into Vegas this morning. I thought we could grab breakfast if you want.”
He was inviting her to spend more time with him? Surely he should be nearly sick of her by now. The idea he wanted her to come with him again spread warmth throughout her body.
Her stomach rumbled and she scrubbed a fist over her eye. “I’d love to. When are you leaving?”
“Can you be ready in a half hour?”
“Sure.” Brandy winced and climbed out of bed.
So much for getting herself off in the shower again. Between that mini-make out session last night and the sensual dream she’d just woken up from, a little relief would’ve been welcome.
But now she’d be lucky to have time for a shampoo. Though, she somehow doubted she’d be willing to settle for taking matters into her own hands anyway. No. Next time, she wanted it in his hands.
“I washed your clothes last night,” he called out from the other side of the door. “I know you wanted to shop before your shift, but I figured you’d want clean clothes for this morning.”
She froze, halfway to the door, her eyebrows rising. The man did her laundry? Amazing. It might not have fazed her if she’d led the life her parents did. But she’d been in her own condo since she’d graduated college, and she refused to hire a housekeeper. So she knew full well how laundry could suck the life out of someone’s day.
Grabbing the door handle, she suddenly stopped. She tugged the T-shirt he’d lent her further down her thighs self-consciously, and then twisted the handle to open the door.
Marco stood on the
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