“I’ll take her,” Rebel offered.
What the hell was that?
“Go for it,” Jacqueline said.
Rebel didn’t do house tours. Didn’t give ‘em in his own home, had no desire to walk through his friend’s house either, except at this particular moment, he’d walk over hot coals if Britain Skye was waiting on the other side.
You don’t know a damn thing about her. Walk the house and move on.
He gestured toward the family room and the screened porch, but she pointed toward the foyer. “I like to start at the entrance and work my way through.”
A sly smile lifted her sexy mouth and he found himself biting back a laugh. She was messin’ with him, and he loved it.
On the way upstairs, after showing her the first floor, he asked, “How long are you in town?”
“Long enough to get into trouble.” She followed up with, “How do you know I don’t live around here?”
On the second floor, he said, “I don’t, but I figured I would have met you if you did. Hawk and I are close.”
He was having a damn hard time taking his eyes off her. The way she moved, the mesmerizing tone of her voice, and the intensity in her gaze had his attention locked on her.
He stopped in the doorway of the first bedroom. She moseyed dangerously close, her intoxicating scent filling his lungs.
“Looks like Jacqueline’s office,” he said.
She tilted her face toward his. “How do you know?”
Another hit of adrenaline powered through him while he soaked up her beauty. “Prescott’s is on the first floor.”
A smile tugged on the corners of her mouth. “I live in Denver.”
Instead of moving away, she leaned into him. That sent his pulse soaring. The air turned electric, need churning through him.
Her breath caught, she peered at his mouth, then she hitched an eyebrow before continuing down the hall. This time, he couldn’t help but crack a smile. Best house tour he’d ever been on. Hands down.
As he followed, he checked her out. Slowly.
Sweet.
Britain Skye was built to inflict pain, and she was killing him. Her tight ass made his fingers twitch. All he wanted to do was strip off her stretch pants and caress her bare skin.
In the doorway of the next room, she looked back before vanishing inside. When he caught up to her, she was perched on the edge of the guestroom bed. He gripped the door frame over his head and dug in his heels. Despite every muscle in his body telling him to enter that room and shut the door, he froze like a damn statue.
“I need your help,” Britain said.
“Go ‘head,” he replied as her bedroom eyes beckoned.
“I’ve got this list. It’s like a bucket list, only different.”
He waited, unsure if he wanted to take the bait. When she crossed her legs, his gaze drifted down to her shapely thighs stretching against the taut fabric, and he couldn’t resist.
“Whatcha need?”
Pushing off the bed, she slinked toward him. Mere inches away, her flowery scent had him breathing deep. Even in heels, she had to tilt her head up toward him. This time her lips lifted into a smile that lit up her eyes.
I’m a goner.
“I dared myself that if I met a hottie over Thanksgiving weekend, I’d have some fun.” Her breath shifted. “Kiss me.”
