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And hadsheactually been the one to initiate said liplock?
Brandy pushed all those questions to the dark recesses of her mind and gave herself over to kissing Reardon. Shit, he was a fabulous kisser with those full lips. Just the right amount of pressure, warmth, skill. The kiss reached places all over her body. Places gone dusty with neglect.
This was nothing like the kissing experiment she and Parker had indulged in a few weeks ago. Parker knew his way around a woman’s mouth, but Reardon? Good God. When his tongue gently caressed hers and his hand came to rest at the back of her head, holding her in the kiss, she nearly lost her ability to stand on her own two feet.
Not that she was actually standing to begin with. Leaning. She was definitely leaning. Into Reardon’s body. Against all that hard muscle. Drowning in his heat. Craving more.
Another low growl vibrated in his throat. The sound was so wolf-like, so familiar, resonating deeply within her on a primal level. She felt like an animal herself, all her senses heightened, ultra-tuned, zeroed in on only Reardon.
His hands slid down to cup her bottom as he deepened the kiss. When those same strong hands found their way to the backs of her thighs, she moved on instinct to let him lift her. Her legs clamped around his waist and her ankles linked at his back while his hands climbed up to her shoulders, pressing her closer still.
How close could two humans get? Could they inhabit the same space? Because she wanted to. Physics be damned.
Reardon broke the kiss, his breath coming in gasps. “Forgive me, lass. I take too many liberties.” His green-gold eyes were filled with remorse and something… else. Something Brandy couldn’t identify.
She cupped his cheek, rubbing her palm against the short, bristly beard on his jaw. “No. Forgive me. I give too much away.” Brandy brushed her lips against his once, twice. Short, teasing pecks. “But I can’t seem to stop myself.” She bit her bottom lip and looked him directly in the eyes. Not an easy task as intense as his gaze was. “If you don’t want to—”
His fingers came up to rest against her lips, silencing her. “I want to. Desperately.” It was his turn to press a few, quick kisses to her lips, along her jaw, in the curve of her neck, which made her wild with wanting. “But are you sure?”
Brandy nodded. “It’s occurred to me that I never do anything for myself. I’m always doing things for Dylan and Meredith. Even Parker. Definitely for the wolves. It’s high time I did something for me.”
“And so you want todome?” Reardon’s mouth turned up on the left side, his eyes darkening to a deeper green-gold.
She hit his shoulder. “Don’t get cocky. I could change my mind. Let logic and reason take over.”
“Forget logic and reason. They are no friends of mine.” He hiked her up a little higher on his body, burying his nose in her hair and kissing a line from one ear, under her chin, and over to the other ear.
“Logic and reason aretoofriendly with me… but not tonight.”
She slid down from her perch on Reardon and grabbed his forearm. After leading him down the hallway and up the stairs, she pushed open the door of her bedroom and hoped to God Meredith and Dylan didn’t have to come back to the house for anything. What in the world would she say to Dylan?
Hey, honey. Mom wanted a playmate. One she could play with naked.
Ugh. She had to shake this line of thinking from her warped mind. Meredith had given her “the eye” before she’d left with Dylan. The message had been clear.
You’ve got the house to yourself. Go crazy.
She had to admit to feeling a little on the crazy side. Why else would she be turning on the bedside lamp and sliding her hands under Reardon’s T-shirt?
Oh, sweet Jesus.Her finger tips were telling her the man had official Abs of Steel. Was the human body even capable of such a phenomenon? She peeled his shirt off. Forget a six-pack. Reardon had more of a twelve-pack. Muscles where Brandy didn’t think muscles were possible.
“Wow.” The word slipped out.
Reardon chuckled, the sound raspy and low. “Your approval is appreciated.”
“I never… I mean… Shit,lookat you.” Suddenly the bedside lamp was not even close to enough light to truly appreciate this man’s body. She wanted to go outside, rip one of the floodlights off the house, and use it to illuminate all of Reardon’s gorgeousness.
“I’ve looked at me,” he said. “All my life. What I’m more interested in right now, fairy lass, is looking at you.”
He stepped closer, tugged his shirt from her hands, and dropped it on the end of her bed. His hands came to her waist again and he pulled her up against him. His flesh was hot against her body, even through her tank top and shorts. He captured her mouth, sending his heat straight to her core. His lips trailed along her neck to her shoulder where he nudged the strap of her tank top out of the way.
“You taste better than those brownies.” He grinned as he paused to meet her gaze.
“I don’t see how that’s possible. Those are damn good brownies. Won awards at the Canville Fair three years in a row.”
“That’s only because the judges were not allowed to sample you, I presume.”
“Well, no. I don’t make a habit of holding free tastings for all.”
