Page 69 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“You were such a bad boy, I might have been intimidated by you,” she answered honestly.
“Which would have made me that much more drawn to you,” he said with heat in his eyes. He hauled her against him, a sinful smile curving his lips as he dipped his head and nipped at her neck. “Do I intimidate you now?”
She tilted her head to the side, allowing him better access for the kisses he was lavishing on her. “No. You thrill me.”
He cradled her ass in his hands, holding her against him. “Do you worry I’m not all in?”
“Not anymore.”
“Are you still all in, Sophie? Even knowing about my past? My fuck-ups? Because I’m falling hard and fast for you, and I don’t want to stop.”
She felt her eyes widen, her pulse quicken, and managed, “Yes, I’m all i—”
Her words were smothered by the hungry press of his lips. His strong hands moved over her back and into her hair, angling her mouth so he could take the kiss deeper. She went up on her toes, and he lifted her into his arms. Electricity radiated from his body, arcing through her as he showered her with kisses—her cheeks, her chin, the tip of her nose, and finally, her mouth, flooding her with uncontrollable passion. She held his face, not wanting him to end their kisses, but he seemed in no hurry to do so. One hand slid beneath her bottom, cupping it. His touch sent bursts of passion pulsing through her.
“Think anyone would mind if I took you right here?” he asked between kisses.
She got excited at the mere thought of it. “Well, you know Nana wouldn’t mind!”
His mouth swooped down, capturing hers, muffling their laughter until it turned to greedy noises, and he kissed her breathless. By the time her toes touched the ground, her body vibrated with liquid fire, her legs were weak, and her heart was racing.
She clung to him. “I’m not sure I can walk.”
“Then I didn’t kiss you thoroughly enough. Let’s make sure you can’t walk.” He pressed his lips to hers again, kissing her beyond the point of return.
His eyes gleamed with desire. “Better?”
“Uh-huh” was all she could manage.
He turned around and crouched in front of her. “Climb on my back, sweet Sophie. I’ll be your chariot.”
He glanced over his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and she leaned forward and kissed his lips.
“Take me for a ride now,” she said seductively, “and I’ll take you for one later.”
“Baby, I’ll carry you all the way home.”
Sophie thought Brett was joking about the piggyback ride home, but no matter how many times she asked him to put her down, he refused, insisting they’d get home faster if he carried her. The faster we’re home, the faster we get to play.
When they reached her parents’ house, she could hear everyone out back and said, “Hurry!”
Brett carried her to the front steps and set her down, then proceeded to kiss her so thoroughly, she didn’t care who was out back. She needed him, and she needed him now.
“Whose good-night-kiss memory am I deleting?”
She took his hand and led him toward the front door. “Every good-night kiss I’ve ever had.”
“There you are,” her father said as he came around the side of the house with her grandfather.
Sophie’s stomach sank.
Brett must have seen the disappointment in her eyes, because he pulled her closer, whispering, “It’s okay, babe.” Then to her father, he said, “How’s it going, Del? Poppi?”
“Good,” her father said. “But we could sure use your help hanging the front porch swing I bought for Sophie’s mother.”
“Daddy, we were just going to shower,” she said quickly, still hoping to get a few minutes—or an hour—alone with Brett.
“That’s okay, sugarplum. You go on up and shower,” her father said. “The three of us will have this up in no time. Then you and Brett can have yourself a nice afternoon ride in the new swing.”
That wasn’t the kind of ride I had in mind.
“Y’ALL HAVE A nice run?” Del asked as he marked the spots on the porch ceiling where they needed to drill holes in the beams.
