Page 68 of Back in Black

“But they’re excited about you.”

He laughed. “What makes you say that?”

“I overheard Drew Black and another fighter talking at the gym.” The fighter Drew had spoken with was gorgeous enough to render her awestruck. But he didn’t blow her away like Brett did. “They said—”

“No.” Already shaking his head, Brett stalled her. “Just forget anything you heard Drew say. You got that?”

Irritated, he set the cat aside and left the bed.

Before he could take more than two steps, Audrey scrambled out from under the quilt to stop him. He heard her and, still irked, glanced back. Slowly, he turned to fully face her again, and his expression changed from cool to hot.

With him now looking at her, she forgot whatever she’d planned to say or do.

Brett took his time studying her body.

Being naked in front of him was getting easier, mostly because of how much admiration he showed.

She shifted her feet in nervousness. “I’m sorry.”

His gaze shot up to hers. “For what?”

God, this was difficult. “I’ve never had a naked conversation before, Brett.” He said nothing to that, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

Scoffing, he went back to looking at her breasts. “I’m not upset.”

“You look upset to me.”

He let out a breath and forced his attention away. “Get some clothes on before I forget to feed you.”

Putting her shoulders back, Audrey stood her ground. He made her sound like a pet he had to care for, and she didn’t like it. “Maybe I should just go after all.”

Hands on his hips, his exasperation plain, Brett studied her.

The tension grew unbearable, and Audrey was just about to locate her clothes to dress and leave when he closed the space between them.

Without a word, he kissed her—and kept on kissing her.

She knew they should talk, but right now, more sex worked for her.

“Stay,” he requested in between soft, devouring kisses.

God, with him she wassoeasy. “All right.” Later, tomorrow or the day after, they’d sort through problems and conflicts. For right now, being with him was enough.

CHAPTER 11

WEARING one of Drew’s soft and faded SBC T-shirts and her panties, Gillian joined him in the kitchen. “You ordered the pizza?”

Barefoot, dressed in unsnapped jeans and nothing else, he leaned on the counter and took in the sight of her. “Yeah. Twenty minutes.” He tracked her every step as she went to his fridge to help herself to a drink. “You’re so damned stacked, you’re straining the front of that shirt. I can even see the outline of your nipples.”

Gillian glanced down. True enough. The shirt hung on her everywhere, except across her bountiful breasts.

Gazing at Drew over the top of a cola as she took a long drink, Gillian made note of his heated stare. Her nipples tightened, and in return, his eyes narrowed.

Over the last several hours, they’d had sex.Twice.Intimate places on her body continued to throb from extended, intense foreplay.

And still Drew looked at her like he couldn’t get enough.

He did that a lot, Gillian realized, and it never failed to flatter her. She was used to men treating her with ladylike respect. But Drew treated her as a sexual being, like a woman he wanted to do hot, nasty, pleasurable things with nonstop.

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