Kissing Under the Mistletoe - By Marina Adair Page 0,78
he said, nibbling on her earlobe.
“I can’t,” she hissed. “You’re practically laying on top of me.”
Yeah, he’d noticed. Liked it, even. And though he too could hear movement coming from down below, he was fairly confident that whoever it was would go away. Fairly. Not many people knew about this place, but he didn’t need to let her know that.
“Better?” He rolled all the way on top of her, since the “practically” seemed to irritate her.
“No.” She glared up at him. He smiled back down at her. Then he kissed her, taking his own sweet time about it and waiting until she was as hot and bothered as he was before pulling back.
“How about now?” When she just stared up at him with dazed eyes he knew his job, for the moment, was complete. So he rolled off of her, giving her that space she was so adamant about.
It took a moment for her brain to unscramble, a condition he sympathized with, and then she stumbled to her feet. She gathered up most of her clothes, frantically searching for her bra, which he had tucked under the blanket. He, on the other hand, put his arms behind his head, leaned back, and watched the show. And what a show. Regan Martin had one hell of a smoking hot body. She was lean in all the right places, soft where she needed to be. And he didn’t even want to talk about how sweet she tasted.
Prickly and stubborn and so damn sweet she made his heart do stupid shit. Like feel.
“What are you doing?” She threw his shirt at his head.
“Thinking up how we’re going to spend our next rainy day.”
“Yeah, well, if you don’t help me find my bra, you might not see the next rainy day.”
She was about to get all worked up. Which made them even, because watching her prance around in a skirt and no bra had him all worked up too.
He pulled her bra out and dangled it from his fingers. She reached for it, and he yanked it just out of reach. Meaning she had to reach across him and he got another up close and personal of those perfect tens.
“Gabe,” she said, crossing her arms and only managing to make him hotter. But then he saw the look in her eyes. She wasn’t having fun.
“Hey.” He stood up and helped her get in her bra, which went against every man rule, helped her into her sweater and then pulled her into his chest. “I’m sorry, I was just screwing around. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not mad. I just don’t want someone to catch us up here and for everyone to think that I got my job by...”
Ah, hell. She didn’t say “banging the boss’s brother,” but it was what she was thinking. And it was what the gossip mill would say if Isabel and her PTA buddies found out. He kissed the top of her head and then helped her into her jacket.
“First off, you got that job on your own merit.” And because his brothers wanted to make sure she stuck around. Shit. “The stairs are hard to find and very few people know about them.”
“I found them,” she said, looking up through her lashes at him and damn near slaying him on the spot.
“And I used to sneak up here and have sex when I was in high school,” Jordan said from the doorway. “Never saw a naked ass like that, though. Impressive, boss.”
“Shit.” Gabe grabbed the blanket and draped it over his body, careful to cover Regan in the process. Clothed or not, she was feeling exposed and embarrassed. He could see it in every detail of her face.
“I hope you have a damn good reason for coming up here,” Gabe said, harsher than intended.
Jordan’s eyes went wide a moment before narrowing into two slits of pure attitude. “Although not as fun as yours, I do have one. Want to hear it, or are you going to yell at me some more?”
“Sorry,” Gabe said, guilt weighing hard. He never snapped. But hell, he could feel Jordan’s disapproval all the way in his conscience. The problem was, even though she was aiming it at Gabe, he could tell Regan was taking it personally.
“Apology accepted, although I think it is chivalrous of you to get surly on your woman’s behalf.” Jordan offered “his woman” a warm and supportive smile, making it clear that it was just Gabe who was the disappointment.