“Average, I guess. I’m a guy. Guys don’t notice other guys.”
Laughing, she gave him a playful punch. “Sure they do, they just don’t admit it. So, what’s your brother’s name?”
“Braedon.” Her eyes widened at the same time he realized what had fallen out of his mouth. “Ha! Joking. Ryan. His name is Ryan.”
“How much younger is he?”
“Could we talk about something else?” At her puzzled look, he hurried on, “I mean, there really isn’t anything to say. We aren’t all that close anymore.”
“Does he look like you?”
Baby, you wouldn’t believe how much we look alike. “Sort of, I guess.” He dipped his finger inside her neckline and petted her nipple. “But I’m sexier.” He leaned to kiss her. “And better looking,” he said against her mouth.
Brushing aside her gaping dress, he flicked open the front closure of her red bra, then took her nipple deeply into his mouth. Initiating sex may be devious, but it was the only way to ensure she didn’t pursue her line of questioning about his “brother.”
It was stupid to be jealous of himself, but there it was.
10
“W ait!” Penny broke away, her breath coming in shallow pants that heaved her naked breasts in a most interesting manner. “I forgot to put the Jell-O salad in the fridge.”
“Forget the salad,” he said, reaching for her.
“I can’t.” She stepped back, out of reach. “It will make a big sticky mess if it melts.”
Groaning, he flopped his head back on the sofa, watching her hurry from the room through half-closed eyelids. Damn, she had a fine ass.
And he wanted it. Now.
With a slight adjustment, he stood and made his way through the highly polished swinging door into the kitchen.
Penny stood in front of the stainless steel refrigerator, both of the French doors open, its light bathing her in a sexy glow.
Stepping close, he bumped her with his erection, grinning at her exclamation.
He walked his fingers up the outside of each smooth thigh, bunching the skirt of her dress as he went. Pressed close to her buttocks, he ran his hand down the slick red satin of her thong.
She moaned and leaned back, grinding her softness against him.
Cool air bathed her heated skin. Braedon wasted no time in slipping the bodice of her dress to her elbows, and releasing the closure of her bra. Her nipples puckered at the sudden change in temperature, making her arch her back, and squirm against his hardness.
Hormones, technique, proximity…whichever was at work, she didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted her fiancé with a deep, burning desire she’d never felt before. He was a constant itch she needed to scratch. Whatever switch he’d managed to turn on within her, she prayed he never turned it off.
His hot fingers slipped beneath her damp panties to stroke her moisture, spreading it, causing her hips to flex.
Against her ear, he chuckled, a low sexy sound that vibrated in her ear, sending goose bumps to her extremities and moisture between her legs. Her nipples tightened to hard, almost painful points. After sucking gently on her earlobe, he whispered, “You like that, huh?”
She nodded, bumping her hips against his, rubbing her bottom along the hard ridge of his zipper, shamelessly offering herself. In case he had any doubt, she licked her lips and finally managed to say through a half groan, “Oh, yes!”
He applied pressure to her inner thighs by spreading his fingers. “Open for me, sweetheart.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Heck, she’d do a horizontal split, if he wanted.
On his knees now, he slipped between her and the open doors. “Keep holding onto the doors,” he instructed as he pushed aside the scrap of silk and then dragged his tongue over her sensitive flesh.
With a whimper, she locked her knees to remain upright, her fingers in a white-knuckled grip on the steel handles.
Between her spread legs, his tongue speared her opening. She cried out her pleasure. She may have even told him to never stop. She certainly thought it.
He chuckled against her, setting off ripples of release. His fingers joined the party.
If she were not from a line of strong females, she might have swooned.
More, she needed more. Much more.
Beep! Beep! Beep! A high-pitched sound vied with their heavy breathing.
Braedon stopped, mid-swipe.
Her breath hitched, her heart slamming against her ribcage.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
He sat back on his haunches, still holding her splayed, the cool air bathing her overheated genitals. It wasn’t unpleasant.
“What the hell is that?” Face flushed, he looked up at her.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Reality dawned. “Oh!” She laughed and tried to close her legs and not fall in a whimpering heap of need on top of him. “It’s the refrigerator alarm. It’s telling me the doors are open.”
With a growl, he stood, scooping her up and over his shoulder. “Then let’s shut them and go to bed.”
She smiled against the warm fabric of his shirt. The man was a genius.
Ryan rolled onto his back, pulling Penny close, her head resting on his heart, and listened to her breathing slow as she drifted.
Meanwhile, his heart was trying to rip through his chest. And it wasn’t from sexual exertion.
He recognized an impending panic attack when he felt it.
Deep breath. In. Out. Relax.
He began to doze, only to be jerked awake again, sweat beading his brow. His heartbeat echoed in his ears. How had he allowed Braedon to get him into this mess? More important, how was he going to get out of it?
Penny made a soft sound and snuggled closer.
Penny. What he felt for her was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It might even possibly be love.
Shit. Just his luck. He finally falls in love, and it’s with Braedon’s fiancée. Worse, it’s with a woman who is in love with his brother. And when she finds out she’s been lied to and used for sexual gratification by a virtual stranger, she will run right back into her unworthy fiancé’s arms.
With a shaking hand, he brushed a strand of hair from her face. Now that he’d found her, how would he survive without her?
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