Ice filled his veins at this matter-of-fact statement.“I never said I was.”
“I found a business card in your pocket.”
He stood abruptly.“What business card?”
“Kyle McPherson, Houston PD.Are you being investigated?”
“Kyle is my brother.”
“You said he owned a security company.”
“He sold the business last year.”
“Your last name is Murphy, not McPherson.”
Paul crossed his arms over his chest.“We have different fathers.”
She narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion.“I can’t be with another liar, Paul.”
“But you can be with another asshole?”
“As long as he’s an honest asshole, yes.”
“I’m not a liar.”
“You lied to me about the Wi-Fi.”
“I was under duress.”
“You’re secretive.You don’t share things.”
“I just told you about my parents dying!Jesus Christ.”
“You didn’t tell me your brother was a cop, which is strange, considering that my brother is a cop.”
Well, that was a bullseye, wasn’t it?“I didn’t think it was relevant.”
“You didn’t think it wasrelevant?”
He scrambled for a better, more truthful explanation.“I kept it to myself because I didn’t want to connect with you on a personal level.I’m only here for the summer.I didn’t want to get involved in a relationship.”
“And now you do?”
“No,” he said, after a pause.“I don’t.But I can’t stay away.I can’t stop thinking about touching you.”
She studied him with luminous eyes.When he lifted his hand to her face again she didn’t pull away.He dipped his head to brush his mouth over hers, very gently.She smelled like honey-lemon sunshine and tasted of female sweetness.Her tongue touched his shyly.Although he wanted to press her against the wall and take more, he didn’t move too fast.She wasn’t the only one plagued by second thoughts.He wasn’t being honest with her.When she found out who he really was, and what he did for a living, she’d feel betrayed.She’d call him a liarandan asshole, and she’d be 100 percent justified.
On the other hand, she was smoking hot, and she was kissing him.He was only a man.He wanted her, and she wanted him.Why fight it?
With a low groan, he set aside his misgivings and let himself feel.Her mouth trembled under his.He stopped holding back, and kissed her the way he really wanted to, with a plunging tongue and roving hands.He did it roughly, inexpertly, without a hint of decorum or finesse.He kissed them both breathless, pushing her back to the wall.
She must have liked it, because she strained to get closer.She twined her arms around his neck and sucked his tongue deeper.When her soft breasts flattened against his chest, arousal roared inside him.
He maneuvered her toward the couch, fell on top of her, and devoured her mouth.His cock pulsed with hot pressure.He adjusted his position so the crotch of her shorts aligned with his erection.She wrapped her long, silky legs around him.He buried his tongue in her mouth as he thrust against her.
They were both panting, grasping at clothing, seeking skin.She was clinging to him, and he was moving on top of her.He cursed the amount of fabric between them.There were way too many layers, too many buttons and zippers.
She tore her mouth from his and tugged his T-shirt up.He cooperated by pulling it over his head and tossing the garment aside.Then he let her explore his torso, although he longed to push her hands lower.She smoothed her palms over his chest as if in awe of his muscles.He held still, summoning patience.She placed a soft kiss on the puckered scar below his collarbone.Then she made a sexy, sympathetic sound that drove him right over the edge.
