Breaking Bro Code (The Line Up #4) - Misti Murphy Page 0,49

at and it isn’t a dig. It’s just what it is. I’ve kept myself walled off for so long to everyone who could get close. But I haven’t been celibate. I’ve invested my time in women who could never break down those barriers. Figured I was acting smart. “I wish I had a better me to offer you.”

“It doesn’t bother me.” She draws her lips across mine once more. “I know who you are. Where you’ve been. I might not know why, but you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

I’m not sure I can. “Lil, I don’t want to let you down, but I’m not sure that I’ll ever be ready to talk about it. And I don’t know how long it will be before I fuck this up. I just know that I don’t want to do anything that will cause you pain.”

“You sweet, complicated man.” She smiles against my lips. “Don’t you know yourself at all?”

“All I’m saying is maybe we should—”

“If you’re about to suggest we slow down, we can.” Her tits push against my chest as she takes a breath. “If that’s what you need. But don’t do it for me. I’ve been waiting for you to catch up for almost half my life.”

I press my lips together, a smile curving them up in the corners, because she called me on what I was thinking before it had a chance to come out of my mouth. She knows me almost as well as she knows her own mind. So if she wants to jump in head first I’ll follow where she leads.

Like sky diving without a parachute.

I lift her out of the pool and set her on the edge. Pull myself up over the rim.

She’s already on her feet. Offering me a sexy, mischievous smile along with her hand.

“Bedroom?” I wish I was the kind of guy who could fall ass over tit in the blink of an eye because I would be totally gone over her.

She shakes her head. “Pool house. It’s closer. And I don’t want to wake up Kiki.”

I slide my hand into hers and tug her to my chest so I can tangle my other hand in her hair and kiss her again. “Lily Kelly, you are going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

“I sure hope so,” she says with a mock saccharine sweetness, tugging me along with her toward the pool house.

I cage her against the wall while I shove the door closed behind us and search for a light switch. Christ, if her brother ever finds out… “I’m more than ready to go down for you.”

Her eyes widen and a breath escapes between her lips. I can smell her on the air. The tropical mango shampoo she uses in the shower and the scent between her thighs as her pupils dilate.

Hell, if that doesn’t make me hard as fucking granite… “You want me to go down on you?”

“I…” She licks her lips nervously.

“What exactly is your experience?”

“You want my résumé?” She swallows and her cheeks turn scarlet as she tilts her face away.

I love the color on her. Can’t wait to see how far that pink reaches. But the last thing I want to do is embarrass her again. “You have nothing to feel awkward about.”

“I dated a guy in college.” She sighs the kind of sigh that speaks volumes about what sort of man she dated. Wrinkles her nose like the memory has its own funny smell. “Jeremy. We did it. Kind of. Once.”

“Now I want to hear the story.” And I have the sense that I am going to want to kick Jeremy’s ass.

“It was nothing. Truly. It wasn’t very good. It happened in the back of his Jeep. And then I caught him in a bathroom at a party with his face in some girl’s panties. After that I concentrated on my studies and then on working my way up the ladder at DC Designs.”

She has no idea how the very thought that someone could treat her like that makes my blood boil. It’s not just because I’ve been possessive of her for weeks now. Lord knows I’ve tried not to be, and failed like a miserable son of a bitch. It’s not only because I’ve spent years looking out for her. It’s that she experienced that kind of betrayal at all. It’s that I’m scared I could be worse. Do worse. Because no matter what she says, and no matter how much I want to