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“Everything.”
When she stood there without moving or talking, he gestured her toward her chair. “Don’t you want to—?” He cut off because she set her food down, took his out of his hand, and put that on her desk, too. “What are you doing?”
“You’re too good to me,” she said, her voice a mere whisper. Climbing onto his lap, she straddled him and cupped his cheeks with her tiny hands. “When this is over, and the only time I ever see you is on TV on Sundays, I will still smile, because this time with you has been magical.”
He swallowed hard because that sounded a hell of a lot like a good-bye. Maybe she had found that special something with that other dude after all. “You’re the magical one.”
She shook her head slowly, smiling sadly. “The fact that you think that makes you even more magical.”
Before he could reply, she melded her lips to his, kissing him. There was something different about this kiss, something unspoken that scared the shit out of him. But at the same time, it drew him in deeper and made him want to reciprocate in kind. He also wanted to pull her closer and never let go. So, he did it.
But they both knew he’d let go.
He skimmed his hands up her thighs, over the sides of her hips, and across her ribs. Threading his fingers through her long blond hair, he closed his eyes and kissed her back with the same unspoken thing that hummed beneath the surface of her skin.
She stiffened for a second, then melted against him, rocking her hips and riding him through the fabric of their clothing. He moaned deep in his throat, deepening the kiss, and thrust up against her, hitting her exactly where she needed him most.
The whimper she let out did things to him—things her kiss had already begun to unravel.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d let her pull him completely apart.
Hands shaking, she pulled his shirt over his head, breaking off lip contact only long enough to remove it. The second it hit the floor, she was on him again, skimming her fingers over his abs. Slowly, he slid his hand under her shirt and up over her ribs until he closed his palms over her breasts, teasing her until she made that sexy little sound that always drove him—
“Kassidy, where are those—?” The door hit the wall, and a man made a strangled sound. “Holy shit.”
Kassidy let out a squeal and hopped off him, tugging her shirt down frantically.
“I’ll kill you,” Caleb growled, dropping whatever he’d been holding in his hands. “You’re a dead man for touching my sister.”
“Caleb!”
Wyatt didn’t say a word. Hell, he got the whole overprotective brother thing. He’d written the book on it. When his little sister Anna had decided to sleep with the family best friend, a guy he’d actually grown up with, he’d been all too quick to kick Brett’s ass. And Brett’s intentions had been a hell of a lot more admirable than his own were.
He deserved an ass-kicking.
“Who the fuck is this guy?” Caleb stomped around the chair, hands fisted, and stopped the second he saw who was sitting shirtless in the chair. When he realized it was Wyatt, he froze, jaw hanging, hands still fisted, cheeks still flushed with anger. “What. The. Hell?”
Wyatt stood slowly, making sure not to make any quick motions. He might deserve an ass-kicking, but he didn’t want one. He had a big game in a couple of days. “Hi, Caleb. We met before. Remember—?”
“Of course, I remember,” Caleb snapped.
Wyatt held his hand out. “It’s nice to—”
“No, it’s not.” He turned to Kassidy. “Really? Out of all the men in the country for you to mess around with, you had to ruin this one for me?”
Kassidy crossed her arms. “I didn’t ruin anything.”
“Yes, you did, because now when I see him, all I can picture is him with his tongue in your mouth and his hand up your shirt.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “Why didn’t you tell me you were Wyatt Hamilton’s girlfriend?”
She winced. “Because I’m not.”
“What?” Caleb glanced at Wyatt. “What the hell does that mean?”
Wyatt swallowed hard. “We’re just…friends.”
“Friends.” Caleb took a step closer. “Funny, I don’t stick my tongue down my friends’ throats. Maybe I’m doing it all wrong—”
Kassidy flushed. “Caleb.”
