She snorted. “You think your couch smellslesslike you?”
“Fair point. Although, I’d argue the couch is more Stella scented.” He took a single step forward. “Is there anything I can do to help you sleep?”
She pressed her fingertips together for a moment,slowly shaking her head, but he could see the amusement in her eyes. “I see what you’re doing.”
“I like to make sure my guests are taken care of.”
Her arched eyebrow let him know that hadn’t come out the way he’d intended. “Not that I have a lot of guests. Dammit. Is there something I can do to help you sleep, Siobhan?”
“Yes.”
Chapter Twenty
The only thing Siobhan knew for sure in that moment was that she wasn’t going to be able to sleep until she’d quenched some of her thirst for the man whose scent had been filling her senses since she came upstairs.
She’d thought being away from the campground and returned to her regular daily life would diminish her attraction to him, as though he was a summer fling during a holiday on a tropical island—not that she’d ever had one, but she’d watched her share of romantic comedies. She’d been wrong.
Now, because she wasn’t capable of anything else and was sick of resisting, she stepped forward and let Brian haul her into his arms, his mouth claiming hers. He kissed her hard, letting her feel the hunger that matched her own, and slid her hands under his T-shirt so she could feel the hot, solid muscles of his back under her palms.
It wasn’t until she was out of breath and her entire body ached with need for him that Siobhan realized he’d been slowly backing them toward the bed. The bump of the mattress behind her knees broke through the haze of desire and she put her hands on his shoulders to hold him still.
“We shouldn’t do this.” She didn’t sound convincing, even to her own ears.“We can’t.”
“We can’t do this,” he agreed. But then he tucked her hair behind her ear and then trailed the backs of his fingers over her cheek and neck. “Can we keep seeing each other and being a part of each other’s lives andnotdo this, though?”
Resting her forehead against his shoulder, she sighed. “Not without cold showers, buckets of ice cream and a lot of tossing and turning.”
“Why should we both suffer like that?”
“Because we might mess everything up.”
“We won’t let it. I know you’ll put Oliver first, no matter what. And I know I will,” he murmured as he pressed a line of kisses down her jaw to punctuate his words. “This is separate. Ours.”
“Maybe just this once, to get it out of our systems.” She tipped her head back, baring her throat to his mouth. “Or twice.”
She already knew this man was like potato chips. Just once wouldn’t be enough.
It was as if consent lit a fire in Brian, and she gasped when his mouth closed over the soft fabric of her shirt, which did nothing to lessen the impact when he captured her nipple between his lips.
Everything faded away except his mouth and his hands on her body. He was ravenous for her, and it didn’t take him long to make her sleep shirt and shorts disappear. Once she was naked on the bed, he stripped off his shirt and then gave her a look so hot it made her shiver.
“Damn,” he said in a husky whisper. “You are so gorgeous.”
Siobhan pulled him down, burying her fingers in his hair so she could kiss him thoroughly. Then she released him so she could run her hands over his arms and shoulders, and then skim her fingernails over his back. She was fascinated by the way his muscles rippled and flexed, reacting to her lightest touch.
Brian talked to her the entire time, letting her know how beautiful she was and how the feel of her turned him on. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he licked his way down her stomach, and she sank her fingers into his hair as he reached her thighs.
It wasn’t until he’d gotten one orgasm out of her, the back of her hand pressed to her lips so she wouldn’t cry out, that he kissed his way back up her body. He was briefly distracted by her breasts, but she wrapped her legs around his and nudged him to keep him moving.
It only took him a few seconds to don the condom he’d fished out of the bedside drawer at some point. Then he was inside her, moving with slow and measured strokes, as his blue eyes held her gaze captive.
Then she moaned against his mouth as he thrust deeper into her because she’d wanted this for so long, and his strokes quickened in response. She dug her fingers into his hips, wanting all of him as the need steadily built.
When Brian reached down and stroked her with his thumb, she raised her hand, biting down on her knuckle to keep from crying out. Siobhan heard him groan as her body clenched around him, and then he quickened his pace, thrusting deeper and faster until his orgasm shook him.
When he collapsed on top of her, his fast and hot breaths punctuating the kisses he pressed to her shoulder, she wrapped her arms around him and held him close. Neither of them spoke as their breathing slowed, and Siobhan was content to bask in the afterglow.
With a reluctant sigh, he withdrew, and Siobhan heard the rustle of the tissue box and then a plastic sound sheassumed was the lid of the small trashcan under the bedside table. A moment later, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.
