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She expected to hear the door slam behind him, maybe with a smart-ass curse first. What she didn’t expect was to be abruptly swung around to face him.
There wasn’t a chance to blink back her tears or to dry the single trail of dampness that fell from her lashes.
She wasn’t prepared …
* * *
Tears.
There hadn’t been a sign of them in her voice. Raeg hadn’t expected tears, so the effect they had on him was even more surprising.
Something dark and unfamiliar unfurled inside his chest, tightening the muscles there with a subtle pressure he found distinctly uncomfortable. And as he stared down at her, the deep, wounded violet color of her eyes darkened and another tear slipped free.
Involuntarily.
He knew Summer’s tricks.
He bet he’d seen every one she knew to pull, but Summer had never used tears to try to sway him. She knew better.
“Let me go.” She jerked her head to the side, blinking quickly as she tried to swallow back whatever emotion gave birth to her tears. “Please.”
He gripped her chin with the fingers of one hand and forced her gaze back to him, ignoring her struggles to pull away.
“Stay still,” he ordered her, his tone more clipped, angrier than he’d meant it to be.
“Don’t do this to me,” she whispered. The fine tremor that went through her was almost imperceptive. “Just let me go.”
Another tear slipped free despite her efforts to hold it back.
She could use tears on his brother quite effectively, but Raeg had always seen through each attempt if he caught her working Falcon with a sheen of dampness gleaming in those unusually violet eyes. These tears weren’t fake. Summer was hurting. And that pain actually had his chest aching as he wiped away the tear rolling down her cheek with his thumb.
“I need…” Her breathing hitched as she tried to avoid his gaze. “I need to go, Raeg.”
“You cared about her, didn’t you?” he asked her softly. “More than you’re letting anyone know.”
Summer had been like a robot during the viewing and funeral service. Cold and hard, refusing to speak or socialize as all the other mourners were. Not that he could blame her. The fact that she had been forced to be there was an insult to her that had caused him to cringe. He’d hated giving her the ultimatum from Gia’s family, but he’d agreed it was the only way to keep any gossip or suspicion from arising.
“Why are you doing this?” Her whispered plea tore at his conscience. “Why do you want to hurt me?”
He covered those trembling lips with his, uncertain why he followed the impulse. For years he’d wondered how her pretty, pouty lips would taste, how they’d feel beneath his. He’d fantasized about them, hungered for them.
And she was leaving …
Slanting his lips over hers, he pushed his tongue past them as she froze beneath his kiss, for just a second. Just long enough for him to pull her closer, to taste the sweetness, the feminine surprise that had her lips parting for him. A second later a whimper left her lips and the heat of her response filled his senses.
Slender, silken arms went around his neck. Her fingers speared into his hair, nails pricking at his scalp, sending a rush of pleasure burning through his senses.
Every shred of common sense was yelling at him, warning him back. The mistake he knew he was making was tantamount. The biggest mistake he could possibly make with the one woman he should never make it with.
But damn, she tasted good, felt good. Sweet heat and shuddering response. She was burning like a flame in his arms and he wanted nothing more than to stoke that blaze higher. To have the freedom to touch her, excite her, as his brother restrained her …
* * *
Falcon stepped into the bedroom, his lips parting to call out Summer’s name a second before the sight of her in his brother’s arms stilled the sound. He closed the door, taking in the scene before him as every drop of blood in his body surged south. He was instantly painfully erect, throttling the groan rising in his throat.
This was his most erotic fantasy come to life … or part of it. The sight of Summer held firmly against his brother, helpless within the pleasure she was receiving. All that long black hair flowed down her back like a living cape, her slender body arched against Raeg, her arms curled around his neck, fingers buried in his hair.
She looked so damned feminine, so delicate and sensual that the need burning inside him threatened to become an inferno.
