Page 51 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“You planned the movie and the wine.” Thinking of the condoms he’d brought over, she said, “And you planned ahead with that special package you brought to my apartment the other night.”
“As I remember, that one pissed you off.”
“True,” she admitted, and lowered her voice to a whisper. “But only because I didn’t want to be your booty call.”
He threaded his fingers into her hair, drawing her closer. “What do you want to be, sexy girl? Because you’ve got me hooked, and I’m falling hard.”
“You do everything hard,” she teased, trying to calm her racing heart.
“That’s not an answer.” He set his hand on her knee, stopping it from nervously bouncing, and his lips tipped up in the cocky smile that made her swoon. “What do you want to be, Soph?”
She gazed into his eyes, trying to stop the answer that vied for release, or at least temper it and make it less scary, but it was no use. When she opened her mouth, “Yours,” came out.
The emotions in his eyes made her chest feel full, and when he took her in a series of slow, sensual kisses, she thought it might burst.
“Then be mine, baby. I want to be yours. No more what ifs. Well, other than what if I want to kiss you like that when we’re with your parents?”
“Mm. I like that what if. Didn’t I tell you about my ridiculously close family? They’ll love seeing us kiss.” She laced their fingers together, wondering what Brett would think of her family and her life back home, which was so different from his.
“No, but that’s a good thing, because not kissing you would be incredibly difficult.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that, but you should prepare yourself for their anniversary party. My grandmother, Nana, believes life should be celebrated. She throws a party for every anniversary, birthday, every holiday. Nearly the whole town shows up for my grandparents’ celebrations. And you know all that ‘like mother like daughter’ stuff? My mom and my younger sister, Lindsay, are the same way. I’m more like my father. I love going to the celebrations, but I’m not the party planner. Lindsay is a real party planner and photographer. She handles family events. Weddings, baby showers, birthdays. Also like my grandmother, my mom and sister pretty much say whatever they feel—three no-filter women—and they hug everyone.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad, Soph. What’s your father like?”
“He’s the best father a girl could ask for. He’s supportive and loving. He’s friendly, with a quirky sense of humor, and smart, like you, and a little cautious.” She didn’t tell him that she also thought that was like him, because she didn’t think Brett saw himself as cautious. Then again, he didn’t see himself as a man who could commit. “At least he’s cautious now. According to my mom, he was pretty wild when he was younger.”
He squeezed her hand and said, “Your father sounds like a good man. I look forward to meeting all of them. Is there a hotel close to their house?”
“Hotel? My parents would never let us stay at a hotel. Ridiculously close, remember? We’ll stay in my childhood bedroom.”
His brows went up. “They won’t mind?”
“They’ll probably throw a party. They haven’t seen me with a guy in forever. Oh, that’s the other thing. Nana and Poppi, my grandfather, will probably have some single guy there waiting to meet me. But don’t worry. I texted my mom a few minutes ago to let her know you were coming, and I texted Lindsay. She’ll play interference.”
“I’ll put a stop to the fix-up thing,” he said confidently.
“A little jealous?”
He nuzzled against her neck. “When you’re with the prettiest girl in the world, you get used to the idea that you’ll spend your days glaring at gawking guys. I can handle it.”
“Or, you could just kiss me when you notice someone looking at me.”
“Mm. I see a guy looking at you right now.” He kissed her softly. “Oh, look, there’s another.” He kissed her again, longer this time. When their lips parted he said, “Check out that blond guy leering at you,” and his mouth came hungrily down over hers.
