Page 32 of Luck of the Draw

Skye squeezed her arms so tightly around his neck she was sure she’d strangle him. “Fuck,” she gasped. “Holyfuck.”

Brennan’s pace quickened as he gripped her thigh and pushed her leg up against her torso. “Honey…OhChrist, you feelamazing.” He panted, and his mouth crashed over hers. Hungry, hard, sweet, and tender. She drove her tongue into his mouth, his tangling against hers, and then it all became too much.

A fever pitch of agonizing pleasure slammed into her and surged from her core to her extremities. She ripped her mouth from his to bury her face in his neck again. The way he smelled was just so…ugh.Even his scent seemedsafe—if safety could have a scent, it would smell like him.

Brennan climaxed with a jerk of his hips while she was still riding out the waves of her orgasm. He held her close against him and murmured, “Oh sweetheart. Oh Skye. Oh baby girl,”like she was the object of his worship and the center of his whole damn universe.

And that was admittedly weird. It felt a littletoowholesome. But it was also just completely…

Dreamy.

He remained braced above her for a moment while he caught his breath, and then Skye was suddenly curious what a man like Brennan Riley did after sex.

At first, it was pretty standard. He shifted off her and lay on his back next to her. He absently stared at the ceiling and raised the back of his hand to his brow, wiping it clean of subtle sweat. Then, he reached under the sheet to remove the condom and tossed it into a wastebasket next to the nightstand. And finally, he lay perfectly still for a few seconds, save for the rise and fall of his chest. What would come next was a crapshoot.

He might decide he didn’t want her there after all. That wasn’t uncommon. A man drunk on the anticipation of sex tended to make a lot of promises he might not necessarily follow through with once he’d been satiated.

He might ask her to massage some muscle that began to cramp in the aftermath of rigorous exertion. He might be hungry and demand that she go cook him something. He might slap her ass and say,make yourself useful and go fix me a drink.

What Brennan actually did was the last thing in the world Skye expected.

He simply draped his arm around her shoulders so he could pull her close and kiss her forehead. “Hey, sweetheart.” He stroked his hand over her head and gently wiggled the elastic holding her disheveled ponytail. “Is this hurting you? Want me to take it down for you?” He lightly scrubbed his short, kempt nails over the top of her head again. “My female friends say ponytails can be uncomfortable if they’re too tight. I can massage your scalp if it would help.”

Skye squinted at a far wall.

Is he fucking serious?

“No, it’s okay,” she said politely. “Thanks though.”

“Are you sure?” Brennan turned his head, tucking his chin so he could make eye contact with her. He dusted a couple of light kisses on the side of her nose and the crest of her cheekbone. “Is everything else okay? You’re all right now?”

She didn’t expect any of that either. “Yeah, I’m good. Are you all right, Brennan?”

“I’m good, too.” He pressed more kisses at various spots on her face and rubbed her arm. “I amreallygood.”

He turned onto his side, unwrapping his arm from around her to prop his head up while he looked at her. She silently prayed that the moonlit room was dark enough. There was no way her makeup had survived all that.

But it must have because he didn’t mention it and asked, “Are you hungry? Sleepy? Want another drink? Need some water?”

Skye attempted to maintain a neutral face. On some level she knew all these questions were probably normal when your interaction with a sexual partner was normal. But since none of her prior escapades had been normal, it all just sounded foreign to her.

“Um.” She lifted a shoulder. “I’m okay.”

Brennan arched one brow and curled his kiss-swollen lips into a beguiling half smile. “Are you sure? Because I’m kind of in the mood for all of the above.” He threw back the sheet and climbed out of bed, fishing his boxer briefs out of his slacks and pulling them on. “I’ll get us some water and a snack, and then we can decide if we want to order in or not.”

Before leaving, Brennan planted his palms on the mattress, pitched forward, and pressed a slow, sensual, lingering kiss on her lips. Then he marched out of the room like a man on a mission.

She stared at the empty doorframe in a subtle trance of total lust.

A man like that should be illegal.

She jolted herself out of her sex-clouded mind. It was only a matter of seconds before he would return.

Skye dove for the foot of the bed and reached under the bed to grab her phone where she’d silently stowed it while he was blindfolded. She located her panties, camisole, and bra, wrapped her phone up in them, and then peeked into the hall.

“Hey, Brennan, do mind if I use your bathroom?”

Laughter drifted from the opposite side of the house. “Baby girl, you don’t need to ask permission to use my bathroom. By all means. Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

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