Page 2 of Off Limits
She’d always sparked his interest. But tonight, she was smoldering.
She sauntered over to where he sat behind the desk. The hem of her gold dress rode up her thighs when she sat on the edge and crossed her legs. “Can I wait here?”
He stared at her smooth legs. His mouth watered. He could lean forward and press kisses onto her bare skin. He could spread her legs and lick up her inner thigh. He imagined she tasted as sweet as she always smelled. The thought made him so crazy he failed to bite off his growl.
He snapped his gaze up at her. “You’re playing with fire, Jane.”
“I am? Or you are?”
He shot up, towering over her. “I’m strung pretty tight at the moment, Princess. I may get burned but you will be scorched.” He’d been calling her “Princess” for years. At first, he used the nickname because she acted a bit spoiled and uppity. But once he got to know her, he realized he had the wrong impression. She had a kind and caring nature and deserved to be treated like royalty. Rex, T, and he guarded her like the Secret Service did the President.
“Sounds incredibly fun.” She tilted her head back. Her long tresses danced over the paperwork on his desk.
He gripped her nape and stepped into her space. “We will both regret this.” Then he slammed his mouth on hers. He couldn’t stop himself.
Her soft, pliable mouth moved beneath his, parting as he slipped his tongue between her lips and finally—finally—tasted her. And he’d been right. She was even sweeter than she smelled—so much fucking sweeter. His tongue slid against hers, slow and deep. She moaned, the sound low and raw, reverberating straight through him like a struck chord.
Breaking their kiss, he grasped her knees and separated them, then stepped between them. His chest heaved with each breath. He stared down at her. Her eyes were soft and glassy with lust and whatever beer she’d consumed. Her lips opened, each exhale sounded like a pant. She wanted him.
He ran his fingers through her hair, then traced a finger over her exposed collarbone. He had to stop. No matter how enticing this moment was, how alluring she was, he could not go any further. The kiss had been too far. This was his best friend’s sister. He’d promised Rex.
She grasped his loosened tie and pulled him to her. “Don’t think for a minute of backing out of this now. I’ve wanted this for so long. And you’re going to give it to me, Brady.”
She cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer, like she couldn’t get enough. Her tongue flicked against his bottom lip—a slow, deliberate tease that lit him up from the inside out. Silky and bold, that single stroke shattered what little restraint he had left. He growled, low and primal, then crushed his mouth to hers.Fuck it.He wanted her—every inch, every breath. He wanted to devour her. Consequences be damned.
Chapter Two
Jane
Jane Bancroft never thought of herself as a vixen. Sexual ... yes. Sexy enough that she’d never really had to chase a man. They pursued her. But Brady was different. He kept himself in check despite eye fucking her every time she walked into a room. He’d stand there. Distant. Polite. Proper. Always. And she was damn tired of his hypocrisy. She wanted to see him let go of the reins. She wanted him to kiss her, to take her. She’d crushed on him since the first day Rex brought him home from college for the holidays. All broody and uncomfortable.
Maybe he’d regret this tomorrow, but she never would.
He kissed her hard, his tongue sweeping over her lips and between. His fingers dug into her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk and him. He growled when their pelvises met.
His erection pressed against her core. Hard. Thick.
