nuts.â
âChicken, like I said.â
She shook her head slowly and blew out an exasperated breath. Paul was pretty sure she was going to say no after all and then he wasnât sure what heâd do, because suddenly he wanted to kiss her more than he wanted to take another breath.
Then in the next instant, her expression shifted into one of resigned submission. âOkay, fine. I donât know where this is coming from, but if itâll make you happyââshe scooted closer to him, tipping her face up to hisââgo ahead. Give it your best shot.â
There was nothing he wanted more. But even as he made his move, a small voice whispered in the back of his mind, sending out a warning. Which he ignored.
âI plan to,â he promised, and grabbed her bare shoulders. His thumbs pressed into her warm, soft skin and instantly fires erupted in his body. Fires that had been smoldering for so long, the slightest touch was enough to snap them into an inferno.
Pulling her close, Paul took his time, letting his gaze drift across her features. Her hair was still dusted with rainwater and her eyes looked huge and surprised and so damn blue he was pretty sure he could drown in them. He slid his hands up, along the column of her throat, and he felt her shiver as he cupped her face between his palms. Her skin still felt cool and rain-damp. He speared his fingers through her hair at her templesand slowly, slowly, lowered his head until he slanted his mouth across hers.
Her quick intake of breath was enough to feed the fires within. Relishing this long-awaited second taste of her, Paul was in no hurry to have it end. Her mouth against his was soft, pliant. Her breath puffed against his cheek and a small, faint moan built in the back of her throat.
He pulled her closer, letting his hands slide down to her back, splaying against her spine, holding her tightly enough to him that he felt the hard, rigid tips of her nipples stabbing into his chest. His body quickened, his heartbeat thundered in his ears, and Paul deepened the kiss, parting her lips with his tongue and sweeping into the warmth of her. Tasting her, exploring her, and as he did, he felt her surrender.
But he was too lost himself to savor the victory.
CHAPTER THREE
S TEVIEâS BRAIN SHORT-CIRCUITED .
That was the only explanation for what was happening inside her. Her stomach was spinning, her blood was humming, and her heartbeat pounded out a quick, hard rhythm to match the rain pelting the roof. Every inch of her body felt screamingly
alive
.
She melted into the strong arms sweeping her close to a broad chest and one small corner of her mind tried to remind her that this was
Paul
. Paul, her friend. Paul, Carlaâs brother. Paul, Nickâs twin.
Paul, the best damn kisser sheâd ever experienced.
Cells in her body that had been in a coma for too long suddenly woke up and started shouting, Hallelujah! A swirl of excitement pulsed inside her and brought a dangerous thrill that ached for more. Demanded more.
She should stop. Think. Figure out what was happening here. But Stevie didnât want to question what she was feeling. She wanted to revel in it. She wantedto give herself over to the mind-numbing magic swamping her. And that realization shook her to her bones.
When Paul finally pulled back, breaking their kiss, Stevie looked up at him through eyes blurred with a passion sheâd never known before. He looked hazy, indistinct, and so damn good it floored her.
âToes curling?â he whispered, a half-smile curving his mouth in a way that tugged at her insides and promised secret pleasures.
She gulped. âYou could say that.â
âUh-uh. I want to hear
you
say that.â
âOkay,â she said, and swallowed hard, hoping sheâd remember to breathe again in a minute. Her head was still a little spacey and she was pretty sure it was from lack of oxygen. Which right now didnât seem like a