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She must’ve been taken him by surprise as well, because he stood still as a statue, his damp hair clotted in sharp spikes in every direction, his shoulders still coated with a sprinkling of droplets from his recent shower, and nothing but a towel dangling from his left hand suspended just between his well-defined hips.
Holy mother of God, Sam had never seen such a breathtaking show of nakedness.
His olive skin smoothly caressed the muscles climbing his torso like a Jacob’s Ladder. His tapered hips led to toned thighs, strong calf muscles sprinkled in dark hair, and two big tanned feet.
“Pardon me. I forgot to lock the door,” he said in a deep voice that was wholly masculine.
Her gaze jumped to his and she had to actually think hard in order to make sense of his words.
He was beautiful. Tall, with short hair blacker than a raven’s wing. His defined jaw was clean-shaven. His lips looked soft and slightly pinker than his olive pigment. His nose was straight, enunciating the symmetrical perfection of his face. Stunning blue-green eyes stared back at her.
He couldn’t have been more than thirty, but his eyebrows added something appealing to his visage, made him appear more distinguished, older than she assumed he truly was. Two perfectly black slashes she suddenly had the urge to smooth the soft pad of her thumb over pulled together as he frowned at her.
Her eyes returned to his deep sapphire ones. He was staring at her expectantly.
“I…” A thousand words ran through her head. Stunning.Ass. Bite. Lick. Sweat. Entwined. Thrust.None of them remotely appropriate for the situation.
Her faltering tongue seemed to take up the weight and space of a battleship in her mouth. If she tried to form words only clumsy talk would fall past her lips making the situation worse.
Embarrassed, Samantha hastily turned and slammed the bathroom door, closeting herself away in Braydon’s room and shutting out the beautiful man.
Braydon smelledsausage and bacon and sighed contentedly. His mother was cooking. Without opening his eyes he reveled in the familiarity of being home. Focusing on the distant sounds of his family bustling about below, warmth spread through his chest.
His smile faltered as the weight of strong arms holding him registered with his brain.That’s not right.He suddenly opened his eyes and jack-knifed off the bed.
“Get off me, you fucking pervert!”
“What? We were snuggling,” Kelly complained.
Braydon groaned. “There’s no way I’m spending another night in here with you.”
“I think that sassy piece of fluff you brought back from college may have something to say about that.”
“Her name is Samantha and she’ll get over it. Once she meets Dad and the others and realizes they don’t care about stuff like that she’ll be fine.”
Kelly laughed and rolled over.
Braydon frowned. “What’s so funny?”
“You. I never thought I’d see the day when the golden son couldn’t bed the girl he wanted.”
“Fuck you.”
“Nah, I’ll just watch you try and fuck Samantha. Has she even let you sample the goods yet, brother? No, don’t answer. I can tell she hasn’t. I suggest you go ask Mum to get you a bag of ice, because I’m guessing your bollocks will be bluer than a smurf’s before you head back to school.”
Braydon threw a pillow at his younger brother and stomped out into the hall. After using the bathroom he went to his room to retrieve some clothes.
His fist knocked, but there was no answer so he entered. Samantha’s clothes were set out on the bed and the soft, trickling rush coming from the adjoining bathroom. She was in the shower. He wanted to bridge the gap from the platonic purgatory Sam seemed to be holding them in and move their relationship to the next level.
He considered popping in on her to see what she’d do, but figured that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of him and Sam would likely freak. Rather, he quickly dressed and headed downstairs to join the rest of his relatives.
As he came down the stairs he heard his younger sister Sheilagh talking. “Well, what does she look like?”
He paused by the door to the kitchen to see how his mother would answer her question.
“She’s pretty enough. Plain like. Quiet. I cannot say I see her being right for your brother though.”
“So you don’t like her.”
