Page 61 of Beat of Love
There was no point exploring this … whatever it was between them.
Still.
It was a pity.
No man — not even Sullivan — had ever aroused her so fast.
Cool to scorching in mere seconds.
All it took was a touch of his lips.
“Get a grip, Brandy. You are not falling for your college boyfriend’s identical twin brother.”
Except … they weren’t identical.
Rafferty carried an edgy rawness that set him worlds apart from his twin.
It was that bad-boy wildness — the damage barely hidden beneath the surface — that reached straight into the softest part of her and took hold.
*
The following morning Rafferty tracked Brandy-Lyn to the tack room. He owed her an apology for his loutish behavior last night. Especially the bit that had happened once alone in his room when he had jacked off to the image of lusty green eyes staring at him while her plump lips closed around his dick. Not that he would sharethatdetail with her.
“Morning,” he said, failing miserably in his endeavor to not notice how well the faded grey jeans and a long-sleeved shirt hugged her generous curves.
What the ever-loving fuck are you doing here, Trick-boy? You need to avoid her, not seek her out.
She jumped, the tack clattering to the ground as she spun around. “Dammit, Rafferty Lawson! You scared me!”
His lips quirked with a reluctant smile. “I owe you an apology.”
She tilted her head. “For creeping up on me?”
He looked past her, then back. “No. For last night.”
“For kissing me?”
“Yes.” He shook his head slowly, lowering his voice. “No. Maybe. Kissing you was the only light in an otherwise dark day.”And I want more.Much more. Andthatis the problem.“I just— Fuck.”
He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck, not quite sure how to continue. “Yesterday was a shitshow,” he mumbled, staring at the pale woodgrain vinyl strips, “and I got home feeling out of sorts.” His intense inspection of the flooring found a repeat pattern. “But having a shitty day is no excuse for subjecting you to my bad mood.”
Brandy-Lyn remained silent, and he finally looked up, drawn by the force of her stare.
“We all have bad days, Raff. And if being with me, kissing me, made yours a little better … then I’m okay with it.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, sugar.”
“But it cannot happen again,” he rushed to add. “Becausewecannot happen.”
She tilted her head, giving him a long look. “Yeah. That will be rather foolish.”
“Very foolish.”
“Glad we cleared that up.”
“Me, too.”
