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progressive as today’s society was, she didn’t think it was so forward-thinking as to excuse one woman living with three men.
    But then, why should she care what anyone else thought? She sure hadn’t when she had run from Mason Bardwell’s home in the dead of night. On their wedding night at that.
    She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. She needed aspirin and maybe a good stiff drink. Nothing made sense to her, and it hurt to try and sort through the myriad of emotions swimming around in her head.
    “Holly,” Ryan said from the door.
    She looked up to see the youngest brother leaning against the doorframe, studying her quietly.
    “It’s time for breakfast.”
    She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Not trusting that she wouldn’t throw herself across the room into his arms.
    As if reading her mind, he ambled over to the bed and extended his hand down to her.
    Slowly, she reached out and took his hand, liking the warmth that spread up her arm at an alarming rate.
    He pulled her to stand beside him. His gaze slid over her, heating a path where it fell.
    “You haven’t kissed me,” he murmured.
    Her eyes widened in surprise.
    “You’ve kissed Ethan and Adam, but not me. If I were a jealous man, I might take exception to that.”
    Her eyes widened.
    “What do you say we remedy that?”
    He bent down, his mouth hovering a mere inch above hers. Sweet Jesus, how could she possibly resist? His hand slid over her jaw to the back of her neck. His fingers plunged into her hair and pulled her to meet his mouth.
    She sighed against his lips and let herself melt into his chest. The kiss was slow, hot, and thorough. Different than his brothers, but wonderful all the same. Hot. It was the only word she could come up with to describe it.
    Her nipples hardened against his chest. Her breasts swelled in desire. An ache built in earnest between her legs. She clenched her thighs together, trying to ease the burn, but it only grew stronger.
    His big hands traveled down her back and settled on her ass, cupping and squeezing, pushing her against his groin. His cock, hard, big , bulging in his jeans, thrust into the cradle of her pelvis.
    “Can you feel how much I want you?” he whispered.
    He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he resumed devouring her lips, raining a trail of heated kisses over her jawline and down her neck.
    She threw back her head and moaned when his teeth nipped the delicate curve of her shoulder. One hand still palming her ass, his other hand slid around to her belly then underneath her sweater, upward until he cupped her breast.
    Her breath caught in her throat when he thumbed her nipple. Exquisite currents of pleasure radiated in all directions from her breasts. Her pussy pulsed in response. Her clit tightened, ached, strained.
    She moved restlessly in his arms, so close to something wonderful. Then he shoved her shirt up and lowered his head. She clenched her teeth together in anticipation. Hot breath blew over her nipple, puckering it, tightening it unbearably. But still he didn’t suck it into his mouth.
    “Please,” she gasped out.
    “Please what? Tell me what you want, Holly.”
    “Your mouth. Please. I want your mouth there.”
    “Here?” he asked, kissing the soft underswell of her breast. “Or here?” He kissed the area above her nipple.
    Losing patience with his teasing, she shoved her hand into his hair and pulled his head to her nipple.
    He chuckled. “Oh, you mean here.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth and her body exploded in pleasure.
    “Oh my God!”
    She held him tightly against her, demanding his mouth not leave her breast. Currents of fire streaked down her belly and into her pelvis. How could she be so close to coming when he’d only sucked her nipple?
    “I hate to interrupt, but breakfast is getting cold,” Adam said lazily from the door.
    Heat rushed to Holly’s cheeks, and she yanked away from Ryan. She pulled at her sweater, trying to restore a semblance