so violently, so completely. And he could not do it again. He firmly set her on her feet, then turned off the shower, hoping she would take a hint.
His spine stiffened at the warm feel of female anatomy against his back. Evidently he’d have to hint harder.
Gently disengaging her roving hands from his chest, he stepped away and grabbed two towels from the heated rack just outside the glass door, and handed her one. The fact that the rack was heated—yet another frivolous way his brother spent his money—distracted him for a second. When he glanced back, she was gone.
Just as well. Maybe she went home. The thought should have been a good one, yet he couldn’t help feeling a tad bereft. She could have at least said good-bye, great fuck or something.
He took his time refolding and hanging his towel, then strode into his brother’s bedroom to see if he could find any decent underwear.
What he found took thoughts of underwear completely out of his mind.
3
C andles cast the room in a warm glow. In fact, the room was so dark, it took a second for him to see her lying on the bed. But once he did, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Candlelight flickered and danced along the smooth skin surrounding her sex. She spread her legs in invitation, moisture glistening on her swollen folds. Swollen from their recent encounter in the shower.
His cock made an instant recovery.
“If you still want to tie me to the bed, I don’t mind.” She pointed with her toe to a pair of fur covered handcuffs hanging from the post at the foot of the bed.
Despite her words, now that his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see the doubt on her face. What had his sack of shit brother done to this poor woman to make her so anxious to please?
He walked to the lamp on the nightstand. Before he could turn it on, her hand clamped around his now rampant erection.
“Don’t,” she whispered, “Please. Let’s just use the candles tonight.” Her thumb moved up and down his erection. “I need you,” she said in a plaintive voice. “I need you now. I want you to, um, to, ah, fuck me,” she finally choked out.
He’d heard about guys being led around by their dick, but had never experienced the phenomenon until now.
Leaning closer to see her face, he attempted to force words around the constriction in his throat. Damn, he hated lying. Hated lying to anyone, but for some reason, especially to the woman before him.
Strains of “Born To Be Wild” sounded from the bathroom.
Their gazes met.
“I should get that,” Ryan said, edging toward the open door. “It might be important.” Stepping onto the damp tile, he closed the door and lunged for the phone.
The Caller ID said Dick-Head. Since the incoming number was his cell, he knew how Braedon had his number programmed into his cell. “Jerk.” He pushed the talk button. “Want to tell me what the hell’s going on, little brother?” he asked in a fierce whisper.
“I was just calling you back, but I don’t have to take verbal abuse—”
“Wait! Don’t hang up!” Too late. Hands shaking with anger, he dialed his cell number. “Pick up, damn it!” Of course, he didn’t.
Resisting the urge to throw the phone, he laid it on the counter and scrubbed his face. Who was the woman he’d just taken a shower with, and why did she seem to feel obligated to show him a good time? For that matter, why was she even in his brother’s apartment? And why did he make that idiotic promise to Braedon? The woman on the king-size bed in the other room had not asked to be lied to, or used. Yet, by having sex with her and not revealing his true identity, that was exactly what he’d done.
He glanced at the phone, then picked it up and hit redial, growling when his voice message came on.
A promise was a promise, but if the woman insisted on continuing what they’d started, and kept calling him Brae in her soft, sexy little voice, he would not be responsible for what he said or did. Well, okay, he’d still be technically responsible, but he wasn’t a total idiot. He knew exactly where it would lead.
And, God help him, he wanted to go there.
Wrapping a towel around his hips, he walked into the bedroom, averting his gaze from the woman still spread on the bed, and dug in the first drawer he reached, hoping to find a pair of boxers.
What he found barely qualified as underwear. Maneuvering around the towel, he finally got the strings up onto his hips and his boys somewhat accommodated by the skimpy patch of fabric. The joining strap cut into his crack, separating his cheeks. How did Braedon stand to wear stuff like that?
“Braedon?” The woman was sitting on her knees on the bed, the corner of the sheet pulled to cover her still partially exposed breasts. “Come back to bed, baby. Let me make everything better.”
He hesitated. Sex with her was the best he’d experienced. Ever.
But it was wrong. He needed to remember that.
“Brae?” She dropped the sheet and raised to her knees, running the tips of her fingers over her mound and between her legs. “Don’t you want to come play? I’ll let you do anything you want. Just don’t shut me out anymore. Please?”
He blinked. Before he could censor himself, he’d stalked to the edge of the bed. “What is wrong with you, lady? Don’t you have any self-respect?”
Her eyes widened. For a second, he worried he’d given himself away. Then a slow smile curled her lips. She leaned forward and stroked her hand up his leg, under the towel.
“Okay, we can play it any way you want.” She crawled to the edge of the bed, and rubbed the tips of her nipples against his abs.
He felt it in the pit of his stomach.
“I know I’ve been a bad girl,” she cooed, stroking him ever higher. “Are you going to spank me?” She released him and turned her sweet ass to him, arching her back to give him a better view, and looked back over her shoulder. A look of what could only be called apprehension clouded her face for a moment before she flashed a shy smile. “I don’t mind, as long as you don’t leave a mark again. Maybe if you used something lighter, like a fly swatter, this time?”
What had his brother done to this woman?
Without thinking, he bent and kissed first one smooth cheek then another, hooking his arm around her hips and pulling her closer while he kissed his way up her spine.
She stiffened, then allowed him to pull her to him.
When he got to her neck, he kissed his way up, then ran the tip of his tongue around the shell of her ear.
She moaned and wiggled against his erection.
Gently taking her face in his hand, he turned her enough to trail kisses to her mouth. As his lips claimed hers, he turned her fully, pulling her against him, her breasts flattened against his chest, and followed her down to the mattress.
