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worry about that. He also said that he would see her home safely; that also sounded like a great idea considering her earlier experience.
    Her spirits had lifted. She looked directly into the diamond-like facets of his crystal blue eyes and said, “That sounds great. I would be forever in your debt.” She mentally kicked herself—what a corny, lame thing to say!
    Bray smiled at her words. He held her gaze and steadily drew down towards the sweet invitation of her mouth. His lips gently touched hers, feathered across and withdrew. Before she even had time to think about what had just happened, he pulled her close into the warm embrace of his shoulders, chest, and arms.
    “Happy New Year, Rihanna,” he whispered into her right ear. His warm breath sent even more sparks shooting up and down her spine. He was turning her to mush with consummate ease.
    Right about now, Rihanna couldn’t ever remember being as intoxicated on one very innocent brush of a man’s lips. It could hardly be considered a kiss. It was too fleeting but left sensations that threatened to linger for a whole lot longer. It had also been a kiss that somehow conveyed that she could trust him. He would keep her safe.
    Wow, wow, wow. Her stomach was doing flip-flops, her knees were shaky, and her blood was zinging around her body. Did this guy ever get her hormones racing!
    Before she could say anything else, he gently raised her with him in one motion as he stood from his position on the couch. “Okay, let’s go.” He took her hand gently and began moving towards the door.
    They moved through the door he opened and down the stairs. Rihanna stumbled as she placed weight on her injured foot and let out a gasp of pain. She pitched forward and would have taken a nasty tumble if Bray hadn’t quickly slid a strong arm under her shoulders to steady her.
    “That foot still seems to be giving you some trouble.” He helped her down the rest of the stairs and moved his body closer to hers. That’s when he mentally cursed himself. She didn’t have any shoes; they had been long ago lost to the events of the evening.
    Before she had a chance to say anything, he had easily swung her up into his arms and walked off towards the esplanade.
    “I can walk,” she half-heartedly protested.
“And I can just as easily carry you. You’re not walking anywhere around here barefoot. There could be God knows what on the ground.”
    He was probably right but that did not stop her embarrassment at being carried like a sleepy child. She had to be heavy. You couldn’t be five foot nine and weigh nothing. Just didn’t happen.
    “Would you quit worrying about being heavy and just enjoy the ride? I am.” Bray inwardly chuckled to himself. Typical female—always worrying that they weighed too much or that their bodies were not right. Well, from what he had seen and could feel, she was just about perfect. At least, the way he liked his women. Tall, long limbed but soft and curvy in all the right places.
    Besides, with his animal strength he barely noticed her weight at all. What he did notice was the increasing pressure in his jeans. That was a far bigger problem than her weight in his arms. Her soft body and cinnamon scent was really starting to play havoc with his hormones. His comment had given her something to think about.
    Rihanna was a little shocked. If she wasn’t mistaken, Brayden had just admitted to being affected by having her in his arms. The brief kiss they’d shared had not seemed to outwardly affect him at all. She was wondering whether it was only her having these intense feelings…maybe not.
    “So did you drive in?” Bray asked as he reached the street and hesitated, waiting for her response.
    “No, I got a ride in. I didn’t want to risk driving if I had a little too much to drink. I was actually expecting to head off with my friend Jazz.”
    “That would be the redhead?” he inquired as he turned right and headed down Marine Parade. “Isn’t she