Page 46 of Bad Boy for Hire
Gooey knees tended to cause brain fog. She needed to stay alert when it came to Xavier. She might have broken her no-hot-men rule, but it didn’t mean she had to become entrenched in the same way she’d been with Prescott. With Xavier, she planned on keeping it light and airy. Sexy and fun.
As long as… Well, she wasn’t going to finish that sentence.
“So you’re staying over,” he said as they walked to the front door. “You gonna let me share the bed tonight?”
“Hey, you were the one who offered me your bed.”
He popped open the door. Inside, a table lamp illuminated the living room. She’d been in his house a few times before, and like those times before, she noticed that he kept it neat and tidy. His style was upscale, with dark woods—walnut or teak—and rich greens and browns that were both masculine and understated. Comfy-looking leather furniture and bright, green plants.
“Your place is cozy,” she said.
He took her bag from her hands and dropped it onto the couch.
“I’ve noticed before but haven’t mentioned it.”
He nodded as he bracketed her hips with both of his hands.
“Did you have a designer or?—”
He halted her words with his lips. Just as well. She’d been delaying what she wanted to do, which was kiss him. Everywhere. It was all she’d wanted to do since she’d first laid eyes on him tonight.
Unlike the kiss outside, this one felt more urgent. They were going to have sex. She knew it. He knew it. He slipped his hands along the rigid corset, the friction from his touch enough to roll her eyes back in her head.
Both hands free, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him as close as they could get. The kiss was clumsy with need at first, but they eventually found their rhythm. Their tongues tangled as longing dripped through every part of her body. When her hips bumped his, she felt his rigid erection press into her belly.
Yes, yes, ye?—
The sound of a throat clearing stalled the thought in its tracks.
She jerked away, and then Xavier maneuvered her behind his body to protect her from the intruder. An intruder…who was eating a bowl of cereal?
“I tried to be quiet, bro,” the intruder said around a mouthful of colorful cereal.
“Jesus, Lynx. What the fuck?” Xavier’s posture relaxed some, cluing her in that Lynx wasn’t dangerous. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Lynx didn’t say anything until after he’d finished slurping the milk from his bowl. Then he swiped his mouth with the back of one hand and said, “I told you I was coming over to go through the comics.”
“Sometime. You said you were coming over sometime. Not Friday night.”
“You’re never doing anything.” His eyes snapped to May and then back to Xavier. “Usually.” Half of his mouth lifted into a smile. “I’m Xavier’s brother, by the way.”
She saw the family resemblance now that he’d mentioned they were related. Lynx’s hair was lighter than Xavier’s—blonder. Lynx wasn’t cleanly shaven, but neither did he boast a full beard like his brother. His style of dress was far more casual. He wore a pair of black slouchy cargo pants, a black sweatshirt with a gray oversized jacket, and high-top sneakers.
“I’m May.” She offered a wave.
“Ever considered a May-December romance, May?” Lynx grinned. “You ever get bored with this old man, give me a call.”
“Out,” Xavier growled as he pointed to the door.
She smothered a smile. Honestly, Lynx was too puppylike to truly be offensive. “He’s fine.”
“F-I-N-E, fine.” Lynx smirked again, and she bit her lip so that she wouldn’t laugh.
“Did you find what you needed?” Xavier asked, impatience lining his tone.
“I stacked them into piles. It’s an ongoing process.”
Xavier’s shoulders tensed, and she placed her hand on his biceps. Against his ear, she whispered, “I’ll be here all night.”
