“Come home with me,” he blurted before he could think better of it.
“What?”
“You heard me, Reilly. Don’t make it weird.”
“An hour ago, you were bein’ all noble and shit. Now you want to be my knight in shinin’ armor because my best friend and my brother are…” She waved her hand behind her. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather suffer here.”
Brady took a step toward her. He had one foot in the house, one on the porch, and he was face to face with the woman he couldn’t stop thinking about.
“Trust me when I tell you, the things I want to do to you do not make me anyone’s knight.”
Her lips parted with a soft gasp.
“Come home with me,” he whispered.
“What happened to bein’ all noble and shit?” she snapped.
Fuck noble. Brady cupped her face and kissed her. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t remember wanting a woman the way he wanted her.
“Come home with me,” he repeated, enunciating the words slowly.
“Why? So you can send me home in the mornin’?” She shook her head. “I have no desire to do the walk of shame from Brady McCord’s house.”
He moved closer until her breasts were pressing against his chest, and her head was tipped back so she could still look into his eyes.
“Who said I was even gonna let you out of my bed tomorrow?”
***
Reilly couldn’t believe Brady was standing onher front porch inviting her to his house.
“You’re gonna give me whiplash, Mr. McCord,” she mumbled, hating herself for considering this. The man had rejected her not an hour earlier because he was being all noble and shit.
Another loud rumble of laughter sounded from Tate’s bedroom.
It honestly gave her the willies to think about what those two were doing in there.
“Fine,” she blurted. “But only so I don’t have to listen to them.”
Brady grinned. “That’s good enough for me.”
“I need a minute to change.”
His gaze raked down her body slowly. “No need. I’ll be takin’ it off you anyway.”
Ah, jeez. That tingling sensation had returned, only this time it was set to stun.
She heard voices coming from Tate’s room. Did she want to risk Donovan coming out and finding Brady here? If he did, there was no doubt in her mind Brady would turn tail and run. And where would that leave her? Waiting? Wanting?
Fuck it.
“Fine,” she told Brady, putting her hand on his chest and pushing him outside. “But I have to be back early to get dressed for work.”
She didn’t wait for him to respond, closing the door and pressing her fingers on the control panel to lock the door. She had her phone in her pocket, and that was all she really needed.
Brady took her hand and led her out to his fancy Cadillac. He opened the door for her, then waited until she climbed inside before closing it. She giggled when the cold leather chilled her legs, then buckled her seat belt while he walked around to the driver’s side.
The car smelled like him. A light musky scent that reignited those damn tingles.
