My lips parted beneath his and his tongue slipped into my mouth. He tasted like the soft, white mints that came with our tacos. I moaned as his hands tugged me even closer, shifting me so I could feel him growing hard against my belly.
Holy shit. Brody Murphy was turned on. Which turned me on even more.
My hands moved from his hair down his back. I dug my fingers into the muscles on each side of his spine and shivered when he groaned into my mouth. I ran them down to the small of his back. When I reached the bottom hem of his t-shirt, I slipped my fingers beneath and skimmed them across his bare skin.
His back was hot and smooth beneath my fingertips. But there was a problem. After one touch, I wanted another. And another.
Brody seemed to approve of my touch because he kissed me harder, pushing me against the cabinets behind me. Then I was in the air and my ass hit the cold quartz countertop.
I yelped when my bare legs came into contact with the frigid surface but didn't break the kiss.
At least until the side door opened with a bang. I jerked back and gaped as Sierra stomped through the door. Not because her sudden appearance surprised me but because she appeared to be covered in at least three different flavors of melted ice cream.
She paused just inside the doorway, her eyes taking us in. Then without a word, she marched out of the kitchen, her shoes squelching with each step.
"You okay?" I called after her, my voice cracking as I tried to hold back a laugh.
"Fine. But you can blame that one's brother for my bad mood."
I knew my eyes had to be huge as I looked at Brody but he just shook his head. "Don't look at me. I had nothing to do with it. You're my alibi."
I snorted and bit my lip to stop the giggle that tried to escape. I waited until the wet, squishing sounds of Sierra's shoes stopped and the door to the guest bedroom slammed before I released it.
"Did she have it in her hair?" I gasped, my voice nearly silent as I tried to catch my breath.
"I think she had it everywhere. She was walking bowlegged."
That was it. I couldn't stop laughing. I leaned my forehead against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around my belly.
"Oh, my God," I choked. "She's never going to let me have a night off again. No way in hell."
After a few moments, Brody sighed and muttered, "And this is how I got into trouble in the first place."
It took me a little bit, but then it finally hit me what he said. "What?" I asked, tilting my head to look up at him.
"You're trouble," he answered. He stared down at me and ran his fingers across my cheekbone.
"Don't act like you didn't already know. You've been around me for twenty years. It's not a big surprise. I'm just not sure why you said that now." I smiled up at him as I said it.
"It's your laugh," he replied, still studying me closely.
"It gets you in trouble?" I asked.
"It makes me want to kiss you."
I had no idea what to say to that.
Brody grinned at me and stroked my cheek one last time. It took everything I had not to nuzzle my face into his touch like a cat. Or rub my entire body against his because I was pretty sure if I could spontaneously become a feline, I'd be in heat.
"It's time for me to leave before we get carried away," he stated. He backed up a step and helped me off the countertop. "But I definitely want to see you again soon. It'll be a little tricky when Jacks is with me, so we'll have to be creative."
Then he touched his mouth to mine and it wasexactlylike what I'd daydreamed about as a teen. Sweet, gentle, and oh-so-light. And it made goose bumps break out all over my body.
My brain was still frozen by his suggestion that we would "have to be creative" as well as his good-bye kiss, so I only said, "Okay. Thanks for lunch. And dinner."
Our faces were inches apart and I watched, up close, the way his eyes warmed when he smiled at me. Forget turning into a cat. I was moments away from melting into goo.
"Lock up after me," he admonished.
