Page 66 of Seducing Bran
Bran held up a hand without looking back. He had no time to talk to his brother, though he would have liked to spend time with Harlow. He’d make up for it with a visit to his niece later. Right now, he had important things to do with his girlfriend.
“Which pieces?” Ireland asked, her tone somewhat distracted. He could hear her fingers raining down on a keyboard in the background.
Ireland had been working late the last few nights as she and her boss planned the new project in Las Vegas. She was also helping Cali with the wedding, which was quickly approaching. So basically, Bran got to visit her in bed. He wasn’t complaining, but he enjoyed spending quality time with his girlfriend outside of the bedroom too. Though, right now, all he could think about was making love to her, so good luck with that.
“The dining set,” he said. “You know what that means?”
“We get to eat food at a table?”
Bran chuckled. “So little imagination? I’m on my way home. Join me and I’ll show you what I have in mind.”
The typing in the background stopped abruptly. “I was going to get a few more things done…”
“You sound undecided. I’ve got food from Prime and chocolate lava cake in my hands.”
“Damn you…” She let out a long sigh. “How many lava cakes?”
“One for each of us. And homemade whipped cream.”
“I’ll be there in fifteen.”
He grinned. “Is dessert all I’m good for? What about my handsome face and charming disposition? Don’t you want to spend time with your man?”
She lowered her voice. “I’ve spent every night at your place this week. And it’s not because I’m getting good sleep.” He heard the smile in her voice. “Your handsome face and charming disposition are too potent.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No. But one of these days, we’re going to sleep for fourteen hours straight. And I mean sleep, not the other things we’ve been doing in bed.”
“That’s an interesting concept. I’ll consider it. Did you bring an overnight bag to work?”
She hesitated. “Maybe.”
He took that as a yes. “I like a woman who’s prepared. See you in a few.”
Ireland knockedon Bran’s front door, her shoulders stiff from sitting at her desk all day.
Bran opened the door and greeted her with a grin, his hair damp on the ends from a recent shower. The scent of clean, soapy man wafted out in waves, and he wore a fitted T-shirt and jeans that hung low on his hips, his feet bared.
And there went the belly flutters. Yep, no sleep tonight. Whatever. The man was irresistible, and she wanted to lick him.
Bran’s smile widened and he winked.
Okay, so she was tired and her ogling wasn’t so stealthy.
“Let me get that for you,” he said, and grabbed her bag.
Ireland entered the house that was looking fuller by the week, with the addition of a couch and the dining set Bran had mentioned over the phone. His dining area was just to the left of the living room, with a window overlooking the forest and backyard. Where they’d had hot, hot sex.
Her face heated—damned redheaded trait. Gave her away every time.
And then she noticed other scents besides her sexy boyfriend. Bran had set out dinner on the new table. “The furniture looks great, but the food… I forgot to eat lunch, and the food looks and smells like heaven.”
Bran set her bag at the foot of the stairs and walked up behind her, pushing her hair aside and kissing the back of her neck.
She shivered beneath his touch. “Don’t start that,” she said. “I’m serious, I’m about to pass out from starvation.”
“Can’t have that.” He gestured for her to have a seat at the table. “Everything’s ready for you.”
