Page 23 of Her Last Hope
The smile that spread across her face tickled his senses. “You better get off me.” She squeezed herself around his growing erection.
He groaned but carefully maneuvered himself to the side, covering her sexy body in the sheet. “Take your time getting dressed.” He kissed her nose. “I’ll go deal with my dickhead brother.”
He stood, glancing around the floor for his clothes. They seemed to be all over the place. He gathered them up, tossing his shirt and belt on the end of the bed before hiking up his pants. When he looked up, he paused as he pulled up the zipper.
Leandra had propped herself against a stack of pillows, her hands clasped behind her head, and she bit down on her lower lip. The sheet fell over her breasts but barely covered them.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll just have to fuck again in the very near future.”
“I think it’s a moral imperative at this point.” She winked.
“Christ,” he muttered. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He snagged his shirt, turned on his heels, and marched himself right out of the bedroom.
That woman was more than dangerous.
And having her again would be a mistake.
But he knew he’d never be able to resist her.
He wasn’t sure what was more disturbing, the seductive hold she had over him or the shitty grin on his brother’s face when Nick strolled into the family room. “That was a dick move.” He glared at his brother.
Logan stood in the middle of the room, his hands planted on his hips. “I didn’t know she was in there with you. Last we talked, she was with Ramos.”
Nick scowled. Of all his brothers, Logan had been on Nick’s ass to stop feeling sorry for himself and start living again, specifically, to be open to a relationship with a woman. “Not the point. You’re totally embarrassed Leandra. I get messing with me, but you don’t even know her.”
Logan scratched the back of his head. “I honestly didn’t know she was with you.”
“You owe her an apology.”
“Well, shit. You’re hung up on a woman,” Logan said matter-of-factly. “That’s why you’re so upset.”
“I’m upset because you acted like a dick.”
“You wouldn’t care if you didn’t have some kind of feelings for the woman, outside of wanting to get laid.”
“Shut up,” Nick said softly, looking over his shoulder. “She’s in the other room.”
“Wow.” Logan shook his head. “She must be something to have gotten your panties in a wad.”
The bedroom door squeaked open.
Nick narrowed his eyes. “Behave.”
Logan grinned from ear to ear but nodded.
When Leandra waltzed down the small corridor and into the family room, Nick swallowed his breath.
Her long, still a little messy, hair flowed down over her large breasts, which bounced gracefully with her long strides. Her sweet smile slightly stifled, but when she locked gazes with him, her eyes twinkled like one of those sparklers on the Fourth of July.
“Leandra, this is my brother, Logan. He’s going to act as one of our buyers.”
“I appreciate your help on this,” Leandra said with a strong and steady voice, but her cheeks flushed.
Nick rested his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the sofa, ignoring his brother’s arched brow. Nick didn’t have girlfriends. He didn’t even have friends with benefits.
