“Yeah.” I pushed a hand through my hair, feeling utterly fucking hopeless because I couldn’t read this beautiful girl’s mind.
“Drive safe in that death trap,” she teased, hand on the doorknob.
My heart pounded in my ribcage as I backed away a step, then another.
“It’s a classic,” I breathed, not at all sounding lighthearted like I’d meant to. Turning, walking away from her right now felt like too much. Too soon.
“Bye, Brodie.” She waved, but I was pretty fucking sure I saw tears shimmering in her eyes.
“Bye, Bryn.” I half-waved, stopping myself from running back to her.
I shouldn’t run back to her, right?
I should let her go.
I should do a lot of things.
But doing what was right didn’t always line up with what I wanted, and what I wanted was her.
Tonight.
Tomorrow.
And every night after that.
Bryn turned away, opening the door into the house.
Bryn.
Bryn.
Bryn.
I launched forward and spun her in my arms.
“Brodie!” she squealed, but her arms went around my neck instantly.
I lowered my lips to hers, sucking on the bottom lip before sliding my tongue past the seam and coaxing her to melted butter. “I forgot to thank you for the fantastic date.”
Chapter Eight
Brodie
“I thought you had to get back to the city,” she breathed.
A sideways grin tilted my lips. “I’m off the clock, babe. It’s just you and me now.”
Her fingers drew circles around my broad shoulders, and suddenly I was desperate to find out what that dress would look like on the floor.
“Come upstairs with me,” she said.
“Lead the way.” With my hands at her waist, I followed her through the house where even the staff had emptied out after the elaborate dinner they’d served on the back lawn earlier. I snuck a hand up the back of her dress as we climbed the stairs to the second floor. I grazed her wet pussy with my knuckles, feeling more dampness surge down her thighs.
“Oh...my....” She whimpered and her steps faltered.
I pulled her to me, catching her ear. “A man touches a woman like I’m going to touch you, everyone in a three-mile radius knows he’s fucking her. Can you keep quiet, Bryn?”
She shuddered, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You were mine the second I touched you. It’s written all over that sexy face of yours.” I caught her chin between my fingers. “Consider yourself claimed.”
Her bottom lip turned a shade of light pink as her teeth clamped down on it. “How many women have you said that to?”
“None, Bryn. You’re the only woman that’s made me want anything beyond what I already have. Every part of this date has been real.” I touched my lips to her cheek.
Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the hallway.
“I need inside you.” I guided her a few steps back, saving her from those impossibly high heels by hoisting her curvy body against mine as I walked, thighs circling my hips as her hair cascaded in a halo of waves around both of us.
She was an angel.
She was my angel.
“This is my childhood bedroom.” She gestured to a closed door and I nearly nut inside my pants. I caught her eyes, warm depths gleaming back at me...pulling me in.
Just like they’d done the very first time I’d laid eyes on her in that reception area.
I had to tell her.
I couldn’t keep living this lie.
I didn’t think she’d be mad.
Bryn was a forgiving person, right?
Well, the fact was, I didn’t know.
But I was about to find out, because kissing her lips one more time without coming clean about everything felt like allowing something poisonous to take root between us.
“Bryn?” I stood on the threshold of her room, hand reaching for hers.
“Hi.” She put her other arm around my neck and pulled me into her bedroom with her. I kicked the door closed just as her lips met mine.
“Jesus.” I brushed her lips. “I can’t think straight around you.”
“Then stop thinking.” She backed away, pulling one strap of her dress down her shoulder.
My cock burned in my pants, begging for release. I’d barely kept my cool fingering her under the table, how the fuck was I going to tell her what I needed to now?
“Bryn, I have to tell you something.” I advanced, closing the distance between us. I couldn’t not touch her if she was nearby—I’d learned that already. My hands went to the soft curve of her hips, her head tilting as she took me in.
“Spill it, Casanova.” Her hands dipped to the buttons of my suit coat, fingering them free then sliding the garment from my shoulders.
“Okay.” My cock throbbed. Her hands were working my belt now, naughty little thing that she was. “I didn’t see you for the first time today.”