the bay window that looked out onto the back yard. “It’s a nice place. Do you live here, or is this just while you’re at school?”
“It’s just for school.” He didn’t want her to start getting into a bunch of questions about where he lived the rest of the time, or where the bank was.
He went to stand behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. She tensed, and he had to wonder if she was anywhere near as brazen and worldly as she made out. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something that didn’t ring true about the bold, badass bitch she presented. There was something much softer on the inside. He just knew it.
He swept her long blonde hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, loving the way goose bumps broke out on her skin. He desperately wanted to close his hands around her amazing breasts, but he resisted. He still wanted to kiss her first.
She turned around and looped her arms up around his neck. “Are you sure about this?”
He had to chuckle. “Aren’t I supposed to ask you that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t see why. Why’s the big man supposed to know what he wants better than the poor, weak little female does?”
He had a feeling there was a clue in that question as to who she really was. But now wasn’t the time to ask. “I don’t think he’s supposed to know better or be stronger. I think it’s more that—if he’s a decent guy—he respects her and needs to know not just that she wants him, but that she feels safe with him and she trusts him.”
Those big blue eyes could lead him into all kinds of trouble. He knew it as she looked up at him and breathed. “I feel safe with you, Ryan, I want you … and I trust you.”
Damn!
He lowered his head, and she lifted her lips to meet his. His arm tightened around her waist, holding her soft willing body close to his. His other hand came up to cup her cheek as he ran his tongue over her bottom lip. The little moan she gave had him hard again and pressing against her as he deepened the kiss. She sagged against him, clinging to his shoulder with one arm while her other hand came up to stroke the back of his neck. It drove him wild. His hand moved down over her ass. It felt as good as it looked, round and full and rocking as she moved her hips in time with his. He hadn’t even known he was pressing himself into her, desperate for more.
She didn’t kiss him like he’d expected. It wasn’t wild and hungry; it was gentle and sweet. He’d expected a fellow competitor in some athletic sex games, but what he found was a warm, welcoming softness he just couldn’t get enough of. Much as he loved that ass, he brought both his hands up to cup her face as he leaned back to look into her eyes. They were open and honest and filled with desire. He nipped her lips and she nipped him back with a very feminine giggle that he wouldn’t have thought she was capable of.
“Who are you, Leanne Miller?”
She searched his face for a moment before giving him a sad smile. “What does it matter, Ryan Brady? I’m whoever you want to see me as. Isn’t that enough?”
He wanted to tell her that no, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to know more, wanted to know everything about her. But he couldn’t. She couldn’t know who he was. This, at least, made it fair. He lowered his head again and claimed her mouth in a kiss that he knew he’d never forget.
Chapter Five
Leanne felt as though she was spinning away from reality and she didn’t ever want to come back. She was lost in his kiss, in the way his arm felt around her, his hand in her hair, and his undeniable desire for her pressing into her belly. She wanted to take charge, to unbutton his shirt and get her hands on his hard chest—to unfasten his pants and get her hands on his hard cock. But how could she take charge of the situation when she wasn’t even in charge of herself? Ryan was the one in control here, and instead of resisting that, she was willingly surrendering to him.
Her hands moved over his back and shoulders but that was as much