neighbors.” Kyle winked. “Hey, don’t knock it. Rooming with your sister was the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“Thinking of you and my sister in any way but platonic is disgusting.”
“Maybe, but Genevieve isn’t my sister, and she sure the hell isn’t yours.”
“Don’t tell me Olivia put you up to some matchmaking too?”
“Nope.”
Brad felt a measure of relief.
“Maria did.”
He groaned. “I’m going to strangle her.” Sex with his gorgeous neighbor was one thing. A relationship quite another.
“Then you’d better move fast. If I know Maria, she’s downstairs working on your tech geek. Who’s very pretty, by the way.” Kyle grinned. “I gotta say, after all the shit you and your brother gave me about your sister, watching you fall is going to be fun.”
“Yeah, right.” Fall? Whatever. He wanted to fuck the woman, not move in with her and make wedding plans.
They finished upstairs and rejoined the others laughing in the kitchen. Seeing Genevieve’s broad grin and sparkling eyes did something funny to his insides. He hastily rid himself of any traces of lingering affection, focusing instead on the sexy pain in the butt she’d proven herself to be.
Right. No sense in going for anything more than a one-night stand.
That’s what a smart guy—stupid enough to sleep with her—would do.
Wouldn’t he?
Chapter Four
Olivia and Maria had been terrific. Genevieve had unpacked most of her kitchen and living room boxes. The guys had put her furniture together in the rooms where she wanted them to go, and the only things left to handle were her personal items, clothing, and her strange feelings for Major Hottie.
He lingered after the others left. “You know you really don’t have to take us all out to dinner.” They’d decided to go out the following weekend, her treat.
“It’s the least I can do. You guys really helped me out.”
“Better than the neighbor’s kids.” Brad nodded in the direction of her helpful neighbor and his high schoolers.
“Yeah.”
He stepped closer, watching her like a hawk. It hadn’t escaped her notice that he’d been studying her all morning, paying particular attention to her breasts and mouth. “So…any thought to giving me a show of your own?” He backed her against the kitchen counter and planted his hands on either side of her waist. “Well?”
Before she could answer, he gave her a whisper of a kiss, and her entire body contracted in one giant shudder. What the hell was that?
“Fuck. You’re sweet. I knew you’d be,” he said in a growl.
“I, ah, yeah.” She opened her mouth to say something else, hopefully something clever, when he kissed her again.
This time the tentative touch grew bolder. His tongue slid over her lower lip and penetrated with a lingering sweep. The intrusion hinted at things to come, and she trembled in his arms. He gripped her waist, no longer holding the counter.
When their mouths parted, they were both breathing hard.
“I still won’t go easy on you at the office,” she warned, searching for clarity through the haze of need making focus impossible.
“Good. Same goes for me.” He stared at her lips. “You have an amazing mouth. Such soft lips…”
“Oh boy.” She pushed him back, and he went without protest. She ignored the huge erection pointing straight at her. She’d seen him sans clothing and was already majorly impressed—no pun intended. “Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t just fall into bed with men. No matter how many times I’ve seen them naked.”
“Which would be twice with me, that I know of.” He winked. “I can respect that, even if I wish you’d say yes and put me out of my misery.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and his muscles made her mouth dry. “So what now, St. James?”
Now I ride you like a bronco. She cleared her throat. “Now you go home while I finish unpacking. Then tomorrow we go to lunch and talk to each other.” She