“God, I love your ambition,” Basil muttered, catching her behind the thighs and lifting her onto the end of the desk.
“Basil,” Sherry groaned, catching him by the hips and tugging him between her legs and up tight against her.
“I love your hair too.” He caught a handful of it and tugged her head back for another kiss, then tugged harder until her face was tipped upward and her neck was bare, and then nipped at her skin before adding, “I love your skin too. So soft, so round.”
Round? Sherry blinked her eyes open with confusion, but then he released her hair and his hands were both firmly cupping her breasts through her top. Oh, she thought.
“I feel like I can be myself when I’m with you,” he added, kneading her breasts.
“Oh, yes,” Sherry gasped, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him tighter against her. “I like it when you’re yourself, especially when yourself in me. Maybe we could . . .” Reaching between them, she began to undo his pants, and Basil gave a breathless laugh.
“God, I do love your brain,” he muttered, but brushed her hand away and scooped her off the desk and into his arms.
“What—?”
“A bedroom,” Basil explained, carrying her to the door. “This is Mortimer’s office. He could come back here and . . .”
“Oh,” Sherry breathed, and leaned her head in the crook of his neck, then stuck her tongue out to lick him. She followed that up with a nip, and then began to suck lightly, one hand moving over his back and the other over his chest, and Basil growled.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“Tuck your breast back in your top and open the door,” he ordered.
“Mmmm,” Sherry murmured, even as she did what he asked, first pulling her neckline up to cover her freed breast and then reaching to pull the door open. “I love it when you get all bossy and domineering.”
“As do I.”
Basil had started to walk, but stopped abruptly at that voice, and Sherry sighed, suspecting there would be no bedroom now as she recognized Lucian’s voice. It seemed he and Mortimer were done speaking to her father, she thought as she noted the presence of the fair-haired man behind Lucian.
“Thank you for having the sense not to start something in the office,” Lucian said dryly. “I have walked in on quite enough couples in the middle of coitus lately, thank you.”
Sherry bit her lip at the word coitus. These brothers were just so darned cute with their antique terminology. Smiling crookedly, she commented, “You make it sound like a daily occurrence.”
Lucian gave a put upon sigh. “There are at least a dozen newly mated couples between here and Port Henry—”
“Probably closer to twenty,” Basil drawled with amusement.
“Yes, you may be right,” Lucian muttered, and then sighed and said, “The point is, it’s like living with a kennel full of dogs when the bitches are in heat. The life mates can’t keep their hands off each other. I have come upon them in the kitchen, the office, the living room, the bathroom, the vehicles, the cells, the yard, and even the coat closet.”
“The coat closet?” Basil asked with interest.
“Do not even think about it,” Lucian said grimly, and then stood aside for them to move past. “You two can use the bedroom Sherry had the last time you stayed here. Your grandfather will take the room Basil used.”
“Whose grandfather?” Sherry asked with confusion, glancing to Basil as he started forward.
“Yours, Ms. Carne,” Lucian said dryly. “I called Reg Marrone from the cells. Your father spoke to him and he is flying up to see him and meet you. He’s bringing your grandmother and I believe one of your aunts.”
“To meet me?” Sherry squeaked, turning from Lucian to Basil with alarm.
“They will be here in the morning,” Lucian said, his voice trailing them as Basil carried her up the stairs.
“Basil,” she began worriedly as he carried her into the bedroom she’d used on the first night she’d spent in this house. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”
“Morning is hours away,” he said soothingly, letting her feet drop to the floor.
“Yes, but we have to figure out what to say to them. I want my father’s family to like me and accept you.”
“They are going to love you as much as I do,” Basil assured her, pulling her top up and over her head when she automatically raised her arms. Unsnapping and unzipping her jeans next, he added, “And your grandfather and I are already friends. We go way back.”