Page 37 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

“You aren’t my charge. You’re definitely not a child.”

Her chin came up. “So, I’m not just your kid sister’s friend in your mind?”

“Would I have touched you last night if that was all it was?”

“I don’t know. Everything was so chaotic. I nearly killed us. Add in that I was half naked, and I danced in a cage last night onstage, with all that concert energy bouncing between us… Maybe stuff got muddled.” Her gaze dropped to her clothes.

My clothes. I liked seeing her in them. Probably too much.

When I didn’t speak, she continued. “I’m not much more than naked now.”

“Yeah, you’re having some trouble keeping my clothes on.” Which I couldn’t say I minded.

“And you were naked earlier.” Her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths. “Impressively so.”

“So, you think all it takes is some nudity and sex happens?”

She rubbed the corner of her mouth. “Is sex happening?”

Good question. God knows I shouldn’t go there. It wasn’t smart. Wanting to ease the cold war between us—mostly from my side—was one thing. Throwing aside all caution and sense as if she wasn’t someone on the crew and as if we didn’t have a fucking complicated past was another.

She was my baby sister’s best friend. Off-limits. But Kerry was gone now. I didn’t know how she’d feel about this.

Daisy had mentioned Kerry not wanting her to hit on me. Was the reverse also true?

I would never know.

However Kerry would feel, we were just burning off steam. We’d had a hell of a weekend so far, and it was only Saturday. Maybe if we got rid of this crazy tension between us, things could go back to normal. Whatever that was.

“I want to protect you, even from me.”

“I don’t need protection. Especially from you. You’re not dangerous. I’m a big girl, Osmond.”

Her faintly mocking tone didn’t make me back down. “You got hurt because I was all churned up. Like I have been for the past six months since you joined the tour.”

Her lower lip trembled once before she controlled it. “Because you hate me. You think it’s my fault Kerry is gone.”

“No, because I want you so much I can’t fucking breathe.”

She swallowed so loudly I could hear it and leaned back on the bed, bracing her arms behind her on the mattress. The move made her breasts jut out, and her nipples were rock-hard. Christ, it was a miracle I didn’t whimper.

Wetting her lips, she cocked her head. “Then take me.”

Eight

He didn’t laugh. Thank God.

Had I really said “take me” like a virginal rom-com heroine?

Oh, yes, I really had.

Well, part of that description was true. Embarrassingly so. I did not relish having that conversation.

Then again, if I really acted the part, maybe he’d never guess. Applying makeup could be like putting on a costume, and I was good at stepping into a role when the real unvarnished you wasn’t quite enough.

His caramel-brown eyes heated. “If you add ‘to McDonalds’ or something when I lean in to kiss you, I’m not responsible for my actions.”

I giggled. “You already fed me, remember?”

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