Page 55 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

“Getting sweaty, baby?”

“You have a bleeder.” I kept my voice prim, which was a task and a half since my nipples were on high alert.

Why had I agreed to this crazy idea?

Absently, he touched the side of his neck and pointed with his other hand to the cabinet above the sink again. “Top shelf. If you can reach it, sprite.”

I grabbed it and dabbed a little on my fingertip to put on the cut. He let me, then released a long sigh of pleasure as I placed the washcloth—now dripping with cool water—against his newly shaven face. “Your touch is magical.”

I had to snort. “When you aren’t afraid for your life?”

“I was never afraid for my life. Just concerned about a little maiming.” His quick grin dazzled me, setting off a whole new swarm of buzzing in my belly.

Once I finished wiping him down, he managed to stay still as I applied his aftershave in as businesslike a manner as possible. Not being distracted by Oz Taylor was a feat.

But before I could step back, he slid his arm around my waist and yanked me against him. “Fucking finally,” he growled, nipping my nipple.

The flash of pain shot straight to my clit, humming there as he licked and sucked. He did the same to my other breast before pulling me up higher. “Let me between your legs.”

Damn this man. Let him? I wanted to give him a permanent engraved invitation.

“After lunch,” I said breathlessly, framing his newly shorn cheeks in my hands. “We’ll get condoms.”

“Not my dick. Want my mouth on you. Fuck. You’re so goddamn hot, Daze.” He reached down to cup my ass through my yoga pants. “We should be spending the day in bed, not wandering around looking for tofu cups for Mister 3-percent-body-fat.”

“He eats red meat. I’ve seen it.” I couldn’t help laughing as I wound my fingers through Oz’s hair. I was probably developing a fetish.

Ah, heck, that fetish had been a part of my life for a long time.

“Yippee. What kind of panties have you got on under here?” I didn’t have a chance to bat away his curious hands before he tugged down my pants. His expression of disappointment was priceless. “Your sister was birthed by demons.”

Giggling, I brushed a kiss over the top of his head. “I’ll buy something new while we’re out.”

“Promise?”

Those sexy brown eyes could get me in a whole heap of trouble. “You ask for a lot, Osmond.”

“One of these times, I won’t ask. I’ll just take.”

I couldn’t stop my shiver. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Eleven

We went to a steakhouse for lunch.

Noah made sure we were seated in the very back so as not to cause attention. Lake George wasn’t exactly the city, but I was known enough places that I’d wrapped my hair up under a ball cap and gone with the shades and hoodie look. Small bonus was that it wasn’t too warm out yet, because if it had been, I would’ve lost the sweatshirt. Fans be damned.

Normally, I didn’t mind doing the pictures and signatures thing. With Daisy, though, stuff was different. She wasn’t used to any of that, and I didn’t want to overwhelm her. Even working with the band wasn’t the same as strolling the streets with one of us.

Or riding in a car with our lawless bodyguard, who drove a goddamn sports car. Long, low, and lean—the kind that barely had a backseat. Good thing sprite didn’t mind crawling in back, although I’d offered to let her sit on my lap.

Chuckles did not approve.

Turned out Noah did not drive like a grandma, prior indications aside. I’d assumed he must have some propensity for speed in light of how quickly he’d arrived at the cabin yesterday, but all this drama llama nonsense was making me paranoid. For all I knew, he’d been tailing us all along.

Fuck it, I was going to ask. See what I could pry out of him. I’d prefer if Daisy was elsewhere, but short of waiting until she left for the ladies’ room, I wasn’t about to ask her to leave. Besides, she had every right to hear whatever the answer was.

Even if I wished I could shelter her from what was happening—and I wasn’t about to dissect that gut instinct, thanks—she was a grown woman. Smart, capable.

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