Why was all that combined such a turn-on?
When I shut myself inside my apartment, I couldn’t help but be glad that Bodie hadn’t listened when I told him he didn’t need to walk me up. He was a gentleman and he’d been right about me having not been with one before. Brett was the only guy I’d given a chance and he was no gentleman—that was for sure.
Since Bodie wasn’t quiet when he laid into the jerk, I heard most of what he’d said through the walls. Including the loud thump when he tossed Brett up against the building. I listened and silently cheered as I waited for it to end.
Finally, there was a knock at my door and I heard Bodie’s voice through the barrier causing something to flicker to life inside me. The man had been on my radar from the start, he was the most attractive man I’d ever met. And that is saying a lot since the guys my friends were married to were no slouches in the looks department.
But they weren’t wrong earlier that day about our relationship. I may have given them shit when they said I was like a little sister, but the truth was, they all felt like older brothers.
All of themexceptfor Bodie.
The way I looked at him was not brotherly.
I remembered then how Brett had made a shitty comment about Bodie’s age and him being old enough to be my father. When I opened the door and looked at the man taking up an enormous amount of space in both my head and doorway, laughter bubbled in the pit of my stomach.
There was no way he felt like a father figure either.
One look from him and I almost begged him to press his lips to mine. It was either that or strangle the man after he started barking orders.
I’d listened to him though because I knew there wouldn’t be a choice but to pack up and move into the condo right then. Not after he’d called the guys to let them know what went down and also called Summer to check on his girls since she’d picked them up after school. All the men and women would back him up so the odds were not in my favor at convincing anyone a second time that I could still wait until the weekend.
It had been hard enough to get him to relent on me driving myself to the condo, but I needed my car and I was pretty confident Brett got the‘stay the fuck away from Gemma memo’that Bodie had issued most spectacularly.
Which also included him calling me honey and love.
I rolled over in bed and my heartbeat picked up thinking about the terms of endearment he used. In the heat of the moment it probably came out and was just an accident, but it had felt magical.
What the hell was wrong with me? I’d made a mistake with Brett my first time out of the gate and was paying the price for that. There was also someone else stirring up trouble in my life that me and the guys atNo Surrenderdidn’t believehad anything to do with Brett since he didn’t know about my inheritance.
So why was I thinking about Bodie at all?
Maybe because he was so irresistible? But I needed to construct taller and thicker walls against the hunky dad of two. I wasn’t his type and he would have no interest in me. Not in the way I hoped anyway. Someday I’d find my soulmate and have a family.
Bodie had already found his soulmate, lost her, and had his family.
Groaning at the headache taking up residence in my head as my mind ran in circles just as it had all night, I crawled out of bed and padded across the floor into the bathroom. Reaching the shower, I flipped on the water and removed my clothes. After climbing in, I let the hot spray run down over me and moaned at how damn good it felt. As the water cascaded over me, my mind settled and my body relaxed.
That was until images of Bodie flashed behind my closed eyes.
My hand slid down my stomach and straight to my lady bits. For the first time, a man was front and center in my mind as I let the self-induced orgasm take hold. And then, I was moaning for a whole other reason. Damn it felt good.
What would it feel like if a man delivered me an orgasm? Or more so, if Bodie did? Someday I’d experience what sex or making love felt like, but it couldn’t be with just anyone. Once again, Bodie appeared in my head at that thought.
Shit, I was indeeptrouble.
* * *
Trouble was an understatement.
Once I was ready for class, I had some extra time so I decided I would swing by Capri’s. The woman had not only the best pastry but some rather tasty coffee too.
After throwing open the door, I walked into the hall and once again came up against a hard male body. Only this time it caused no fear. Instead, a rush of pleasure shot through every inch of me. And when I glanced up and into Bodie’s dark, chestnut brown eyes, those lady bits I had recently taken care of, flared to life again.
Trouble.
His eyes twinkled and his mouth twitched when he laughed as if he knew what I was thinking. I wondered if he was psychic like all my friends said their men were and knew what I’d done in the shower while thinking of him.
“You’re blushing,” he murmured, but not quietly enough that two sets of ears didn’t hear him.
