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Brady looked down and realized that, yep, his hands were still curled around her waist.
“There’s no threat,” she continued, and maybe it was his imagination, but her voice seemed a bit breathless. “You can let me go now.”
I don’t want to.But he couldn’t very well keep hugging her in the hallway all night. Slowly, grudgingly, he let her go and stepped back. “Good night, Noelle.” Brady turned back for his door.
“Why don’t you join me for a drink?”
The soft question stopped him cold. “Hell, yes.” A growl.
“Sorry?”
He spun around. Tried not to look too eager. Probably failed in that endeavor. “I am thirsty.” A shrug. “Let’s grab a drink.”
Her gaze dipped down his chest. She licked her lips. In that moment, Brady realized two very important things.
One…he was just wearing his jogging pants. He’d changed when he got ready for bed because he liked to be comfortable. He could go back in the bedroom and snag a shirt but…
Well, the second thing he’d realized?
Item two…Noelle was looking at him with interest. Not just interest, but actual desire in her witchy green eyes. She swallowed and her breath caught and Brady realized…Hot damn. She wants me, too.
He could work with that. Oh, yes, he could.
***
It wasn’t the first time Brady had crashed at her place. Not even the second or the third. Growing up, Brady had spent the night at her home plenty of times. Sure, he’d usually been hanging with her brother, but after his parents had died, Brady had made a habit of staying with her family when he’d come back from his assignments. And, after her parents had moved down to Florida, he’d taken to hanging with Elliott or even occasionally staying at her place when Elliott was out of town.
She hadn’t minded before.
She didn’t mind now, either.
But something felt different.
Noelle risked a quick glance over her shoulder as she entered the kitchen.Still no shirt.Not that she was complaining. Brady’s chest was a thing of beauty. How much did he work out? Maybe she should ask, just to satisfy her curiosity. She’d felt his strength when he caught her after that little tumble off the ladder at the real estate office. But seeing him without his shirt…
“Everything okay?” Brady asked as he crooked one eyebrow.
Fabulous. He’d caught her gaping at his chest.Way to act like you’ve never seen a guy without his shirt.Except, Brady was different from other guys.
He wastheguy. The one who’d been in her head far too long.
Now he was in her house. They were alone. He had on jogging pants, nothing else, and she was wearing her sexiest robe. A deliberate choice. A sexy robe and matching underwear. When she’d put the items on, she hadn’t expected him to come barreling out of his room at her.
What did I expect?
“Noelle?” Brady prompted as he crossed his arms over the chest that would fuel her fantasies for days and propped his hip against a nearby counter. “See something that interests you?”
Her lips parted. Was he baiting her now? “I was just trying to figure out what I’ll have to drink. It’s been one hell of a week.” Determined now, Noelle moved with confidence and grabbed her favorite red wine. “Want a glass?”
“That’s not milk.”
She poured a glass for him. And herself. “That’s because I’m not a kid any longer.” After putting down the bottle, she lifted his glass and turned back toward him.
“I’ve noticed.”
His voice had gone low. Husky. Sensual. She was not imagining that sensuality, just as she had not imagined the way his stare had heated when he’d looked at her robe. Or the, ah, rather large bulge she’d glimpsed at the front of his jogging pants. She walked toward him. Offered him the wine. “Glad to hear that.”
He reached for the wine glass. His fingers brushed over hers.Hello, electricity.Her gaze held his.
