She laughed. “Do you woo women?” Half the time, Bran seemed uninterested. The other half, his tongue was seducing her mouth and she thought she’d implode from the fire of his touch.
He sent her a sexy look, and her nipples perked up as though he’d called to them.
She cleared her throat.This.Exactly this.The man was a menace. “I don’t know. I thought it was kind of sexy, a big, strong guy taking care of a baby. Pretty hot.”
His eyebrow rose, and he reached behind her and closed the door, sealing their privacy. He pressed his hand against the door beside her head. “Hot, eh? How hot?”
She swallowed. “Really hot.”
His gaze dropped to her mouth. “I think it’s sexy that you knew how to coach me. When were you around kids?”
Her gaze focused on his mouth, which seemed to move closer, distracting her. “Cousins. I have cousins. Cali and I are in the middle, and some of our older cousins have kids.”
He reached up and slid his fingers down a lock of her hair. “I love your hair.”
“My hair? I mean, thank you.”What were they talking about?
Diapers. Right.
Most guys would have told their brother to screw off if they’d been asked to change a diaper. But Bran had taken care of Harlow, because he loved the little girl. How could that not be sexy?
“I-I…” Shit, she was stuttering. How the hell was she supposed to remember anything with his body so close and his intense blue eyes drinking her in?
“Screw it.” Ireland grabbed the back of Bran’s head and pulled his mouth the last inch to her own. She kissed him, her tongue working its way into his mouth as he lifted her up and seemed to turn them around. The next thing she knew, she was propped on the bathroom counter, his large body pressed between her legs.
His mouth trailed down her neck, and he ran his hands up her waist, cupping the sides of her breasts.
“You like to prop me up on things—desks, counters.”
“I’d prefer a bed, but this will do.”
This was the second time in two days Ireland had found herself making out with Bran Cade. What were they doing? She wasn’t even sure she liked him. Well, shelikedhim, clearly, but she wasn’t sure he was good for her.
“We should probably stop,” she said as she leaned back, giving him better access to the top of her breast, where his mouth and tongue swirled delicate, wet kisses that sent bolts of electricity through her belly.
“Probably,” he murmured. “Don’t want to.”
“Me either. Why is that?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.”
He took her by the mouth and grabbed her bottom, pulling her flush against his long, hard length.
Ireland’s head went dizzy. “Bran, wait.”
He looked up and stepped back half a foot. “Right. Not here.”
But somewhere else? Really? Why couldn’t they keep their hands off each other?
Ireland liked Bran, but until recently, she wasn’t sure he respected her. She still wasn’t. Though he was seriously growing on her. The man knew how to make her body needy, which wasn’t helping.
Cali, of course, would approve.
“We should get back to the others,” Ireland said. “Someone might have seen you enter the bathroom before I left.”
Bran was staring at her breasts, and he scratched his jaw. “Right.”
“Bran?”
