Page 28 of Cursed Love
“No wonder you think I’m the devil,” Peter said from the door, startling her.
Brandy tensed in Ryan’s arms. “I don’t know you.”
“How’s your throat?” Peter asked as he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his broad chest. He was huge, and his presence alone dwarfed her apartment.
She swallowed and noticed her throat was back to normal. If anything, it felt better than before.
“Exactly. If I did anything to hurt a hair on your head, not that I would, lover boy here would ignore our lifelong friendship and kill me,” Peter stated with a shrug.
Brandy looked from the sincerity in Peter’s eyes to Ryan, who avoided hers. “You’ve been lifelong friends?” she asked Peter.
“Yup. I’ve known witchy boy since I was a pup.”
“I thought all werewolves were bad?”
“No. There are two factions of werewolves. My kind lives among humans with little trouble. The others… Let’s just say they’re like wild animals. They’re dangerous. I’m not sure how you survived the attack. I will tell you—both—that were has Brandy’s scent. He’s not going to back down. Now I understand why Ryan was nearly crawling out of his skin with the need to get to you before your call. Not that I blame him after getting one look at you,” he said with a charming smile.
“Back off,” Ryan said, warning his friend.
Brandy looked between them, trying to process Peter’s words.
“If you don’t do anything about it, I will, bro,” Peter said with a shrug before heading out of her room and closing the door.
“What is he talking about?” she asked.
“Forget him… I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” Ryan said, his thumb on her thigh drawing circles over the sheet.
Brandy studied him a moment, but before she could ask why he should have been there, he spoke again.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he whispered.
She froze when his face drew closer, his eyes on her lips. Moving slowly, Ryan gave her time to stop him. Blood rushed through her ears, and when his soft lips brushed hers, she shuddered. The featherlight caress was electric and powerful. Angling his head, he swiped the seam of her mouth with his warm tongue. She parted her lips, needing to know his taste.
Her head swam as their tongues tangled in a sexy dance. The kiss was sweet and arousing, awakening something from within her. A flame deep inside her flickered for this man, a welcoming of sorts. She missed him even though she barely knew him.
Brandy skimmed her fingers along his chest and up around his neck. Her breasts rose with each breath she took, and the sheet began slipping down her skin. He caressed her thigh, his hand exploring over the sheet and up to her waist. Needing to close the distance between them, she pulled herself against him. The kiss heated with each swipe of their tongues and touch of skin.
He sucked in her lower lip, and her nipples puckered. “Ryan,” she moaned.
He peppered kisses along her jaw to her neck. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.” Reaching the spot where her neck and shoulder met, he nibbled on the sensitized skin. Little bolts of electricity ran down her body and her core clenched, wanting more of his sweet assault.
Brandy had never experienced such a strong reaction from a kiss. The powerful attraction between them ran deep, and their kiss only confirmed it.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“This isn’t why you brought me along, dipshit!” Peter called through the door.
Brandy sucked in her lower lip, frustrated at being interrupted and embarrassed that she never considered stopping them.
His thumb released her lip before he kissed her softly one last time, their passion from earlier reigned in. Pressing his forehead to hers, he asked, “You all right?”
Not trusting her voice, she murmured, “Mhmm.”
Ryan helped her off his lap before pushing to his feet and adjusting the sheet around her in a sweet manner. “Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll be in the living room waiting.” He cupped her cheek and pressed his mouth again to hers, this kiss short and sweet.
Her knees shook as he stepped around her. Pressing her fingertips to her lips, she tracked him as he made his way to the door, all the while admiring his firm-looking, jean-clad ass.
The door closed behind him, and she sighed. “Wow.”
