Page 8 of Off Limits
The passenger car door clicked and a cool breeze whipped in. Her eyelids snapped open.
“Hey, Princess, I’m done.” Brady leaned into the car. His woody scent overwhelmed her.
That nickname did something to her. She wanted to be his princess. Without thinking, she leaned into him, pressing her lips to his. He groaned but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he weaved his fingers into her hair and pulled her closer. He swiped his tongue between her lips. She returned his vigor.
After a few minutes of making out, he pulled back. “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?” He heaved breaths.
“I’m not trying to kill you, Brady.” The corners of her mouth lifted into a small smile.
“Aren’t you?” He shook his head and lowered to a squat next to the car. “You seduce me, knowing your brother forbid this situation. You storm out and get yourself a flat tire in the wee hours of the morning, which would also piss off your brother. Then you try to seduce me again.”
She laughed. “If I wanted to seduce you, we’d be doing more than talking.” She swung her legs out of the car. He stood and offered his hand to assist her. She slipped her fingers in his and rose. “And you are too worried about my brother. Maybe you should be kissing him.”
“Jane.” His tone brokered no comment. He took a breath. “I was headed to your place to make sure you arrived home.” He swept a few strands of hair behind her ear.
A bolt of electricity shot up her spine. Despite everything, every one of his touches affected her.
He sighed. “I’m glad you called me.”
“Thank you for changing the tire.” She eased past him. She couldn’t take his rebuff again. “I’ll see you around.”
“Jane,” he called. His voice wavered. That almost made her pause.
“Good night, Brady.” She strutted to her Jeep and slipped into the driver seat. She didn’t want to hear about how they couldn’t date, they couldn’t be together. About how he’d be with other women in the blink of an eye. Maybe she shouldn’t have kissed him again. But she’d wanted to walk away from him on a high note. Not angry. Not overly hurt. And on her terms.
Done.
Chapter Five
Brady
Brady huffed out a breath before climbing into his Mercedes and following the Jeep. He’d make sure she made it back to her little bungalow less than a mile away. Then he could make his way home, crash in his own bed and sleep off his insane desire to claim Jane as his own. He couldn’t have her.
End. Of. Story.
No matter what his head, his heart, and his dick wanted. Maybe if he kept telling himself that, he would finally believe it.
