Hell no! No more risks where virgins were concerned. Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Never again. She’d learn what they could teach in two weeks and be gone. He’d resist…somehow.
“Come in,” Luc said, taking the duffle bag that weighed down her slender arm and setting it in the hall. “We’re glad you’re here. I’m thrilled you’ve agreed to stay with us.”
And if Luc had his way, Kimber would never leave.
“Thanks for changing your mind.”
She looked self-conscious, tucking her silky reddish hair behind one ear, her hazel eyes darting around the living room and into the kitchen.
Her gaze found his, and their stares connected. At the visual jolt of electricity, she sucked in a breath. He felt her gaze like a sucker punch to the gut and a hard tug on his cock.
Oh, hell. He was in major shit here.
Luc tucked Kimber’s hand in his and led her to the kitchen.
“My mind never needed changing. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve always been welcome.”
Thanks for the public hanging, cuz.
“Deke.” His name trembled from her lips. The sound went straight to his dick. Not trusting himself to keep quiet every dirty thought screaming inside his head, he just nodded.
“Wine?” Luc asked her, leading her deeper into the house, into the middle of the kitchen.
“Sure. Thank you. Do you have any white?”
“I have a great chardonnay.”
“Perfect.”
Luc slanted a chastising glance his way. What the f**k did his cousin want him to do? Deke didn’t like wine. Luc was the slick one with all the verbal skills, so Deke was letting him do the talking. It was smart, since Deke only spoke caveman.
Besides, he had nothing to say. If he touched Kimber at all right now, Luc would only hear two sounds: him ripping her clothes away from her body and her scream as he covered her clit with his mouth until she came.
“Everything smells delicious,” she murmured and slanted a shy glance in Deke’s direction.
Smiling with all the charm of a damn talk show host, Luc handed her a glass of wine. “I hope you’ll enjoy it. Make yourself comfortable. Or, if you prefer, hit Deke up for a tour of the house.”
Kimber took a sip of the chardonnay, then cut another anxious glance in his direction. Her tongue dragged along her plump lower lip—nearly sending him to his knees. “I’d love a tour.”
What he’d really love was to see that tongue sliding across the head of his cock.
He swallowed at the image gnawing across his mind and right through most of his self-control.
“Sure,” he said, trying not to grimace at his scratchy voice.
He made his way across the kitchen and, because he couldn’t stand not touching her for another minute, he molded his palm to the small of her back. Warm, firmly curved. Responsive. Deke glanced her way and couldn’t miss the fact her ni**les hardened the instant he touched her. And her smell… he inhaled peaches, brown sugar, and cinnamon. Homey, spicy, comforting, and arousing. Another sniff. Holy shit, if he got any harder, his zipper was going to leave permanent indentions on his dick.
With a gentle push, he took his hands off her and urged her out of the kitchen, back into the living room, then down the hall, grabbing her bright blue duffle bag.
Hoisting it on his shoulder, he looked back at her. “There are two bedrooms and an office at the end of the hall. Luc’s is the larger, since he lives here full-time. I’m only here when I’m between assignments or, like now, recovering from an injury.”
“What happened?”
Deke couldn’t mistake the concern in her voice or the way it made him want to pin her to a wall and kiss her. Not just f**k her. He still wanted to—bad. But her little show of care lured him in a way he wasn’t familiar with, but was still every bit as effective as a top-of-the-line rod and reel.
If he wasn’t careful, he would fall for her hook, line, and sinker, to quote a cliché.