“What day?”
“The one y’all keep throwin’ in my face. If I recall correctly, y’all walked out on me.”
“You were drunk.”
“So were you.”
He grinned. “They don’t cancel each other out, you know.”
Bristol didn’t respond.
“Fine. Say you were pissed that we left you that night, your body aching and hot, eager.” Keegan gave in to the urge and touched the dent in her chin, then slid his finger along her jawline. “What’s your excuse for all the times since then? And don’t tell me you thought we didn’t want you. That’s bullshit and you know it.”
The narrowing of her eyes and the purse of her lips were barely discernible, but he could tell she wanted to argue.
“What’s done is done, Bristol.” Keegan leaned down, keeping his voice low. “You’ve said your piece. Why’re you still here? My brother’s out there.”
“What makes you think I only want your brother?”
Such strong resolve for such a sweet little thing. He liked that. A little too much, in fact.
“That’s not the case?”
“No.”
That was the truth, he could sense it. A nice change of pace for the little daycare owner who’d been stringing them along.
“Prove it,” he challenged.
“How?”
“Use your imagination, darlin’.”
“I’m not sleepin’ with you to prove a point.”
“No one said a damn thing about sleep.” He leaned down, brushing that sensitive spot behind her ear with his thumb.
When his lips brushed hers, Keegan expected her to stop the charade, to tell him the real reason she was there. That she wanted to pursue things with Kaden, that she needed him to forgive her so she could move forward without a guilty conscience.
He did not expect her to lean into his lips and kiss him, or for her hands to slide up his chest then around his neck. Her fingernails scraped sensually against the back of his head and she was pulling him down to her.
With one simple swipe of her tongue against his lips, Bristol disarmed him completely. He gave in, gripping her hip with one hand, tangling his fingers in her hair with the other, and jerking her closer. The kiss ignited, her soft whimpers spurring him on.
For fuck’s sake. Keegan hadn’t gotten quite so caught up in a kiss since … hell, he didn’t know when. Bristol’s mouth was soft and sweet, submitting to his but never surrendering entirely. He fucking loved when a woman knew what she wanted, knew how to coax a man into giving it to her. He never would’ve pegged this sweet woman as one who could, but …dayum.
“Keep it up and I’m gonna strip you naked and bury myself inside you,” he warned, figuring that would be enough to scare her away from him.
Rather than pull out of his arms, Bristol whimpered as she leaned into him, their bodies pressed intimately together.
Keegan slid his hand down, lifted her leg so he could settle his hips at the soft apex of her thighs, grinding his rigid cock against her pussy. He couldn’t remember a time he’d been quite this out of control. It didn’t happen to him. He knew just what needed to be done to seduce a woman and still maintain that safe emotional distance. With Bristol, he was straddling that line, too damn close to the edge for comfort.
“You want that?” he asked, his voice laced with gravel.
“God, yes.”
Again, not at all what he expected.
“Then open the door,” he demanded. “It’s right behind you.”
