Taking a step closer, Matt saw she wasn’t just pretty with her long, dark hair and those hazel eyes that changed colors. No, Gina was beautiful. And she didn’t back away from him, even though he almost wished she would.
Run, rabbit, run.
“Why should I?”
“Because you want to.” He smirked. “I’ve seen you looking at me the same way you are right now. You’ve been imagining this dick inside that pretty little cunt of yours for weeks, haven’t you?”
Heh, months.
Nuzzling his nose in her neck, he smelled her skin and growled, “Know what, bunny? I’ve been thinking about it, too.”
“I don’t even like you.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t.”
“It’s what you came back for, isn’t it?” Matt took her hand and placed it on the hard bulge in his jeans.
She whimpered.
“You like me.”
“I don’t.”
Then he slid his hand inside her pants and felt the wet heat between her legs.
“See?” Matt held up his finger, coated in her sweetness.
He watched the muscles play in her throat.
“You like me.” He licked his finger, then grinned. “I’d say you like me a helluva lot.”
She should slap that stupid grin right off his pretty face.
And there was no doubt in her mind that if any other man had dared to do what he just did, she would have.
But it was him, and his directness took her by surprise.
“Do you wanna fuck?”
Matthew McCready wasn’t wrong. It pissed her off he got it right. She did come here to see him. And embarrassed he saw through her ruse, Gina tucked her tail and took off, only to turn around and come back again. God, how in the fuck did her brothers convince her to do this?
She didn’t ask for their help. Truly. On a whim, Gina texted Sara, and they made plans to go see a movie. Rossi’s Pizza stayed open until midnight on Saturdays, but the bakery closed at eight. Her sister-in-law would have something to do until Nick got off work, and Gina? She was just happy to be getting out of the house.
Brothers are evil creatures.
They pounced on her.
“Gina Bobina,” Luca crooned. “I need you to do me a favor.”
“What?”
“Take a delivery for me.” While batting his long, thick lashes that no boy had a right to have, his lips quirked into a devious grin. “Please?”
Nick was with him, and that alone should have told her he was up to something. He stood there, an arm dangling over Luca’s shoulder, his tongue tucked into his cheek.
“Sorry, Luca Bobuca. Me and Sara are about to head out.”
