Hot Item (Hot Zone 3)

“Good to meet you, too.” Riley leaned one arm on the bar. “Have either of you beautiful ladies heard from your brother?” Riley asked, turning on the charm.

“Ooh, he’s more handsome in person. Than in his pictures, I mean,” Rose said, stammering over her faux pas.

Sophie couldn’t stand it anymore. She hated how they were following some ridiculous mandate of Spencer’s that she couldn’t understand. She resented how they were sacrificing Riley’s feelings for their brother’s agenda.

When she finally got her hands on Spencer, she’d throttle him, but in the meantime she’d settle for taking on his sisters. “I’ve had it,” Sophie said loudly.

Darla turned her way. “Did you say something, dear?”

“Yes.” She perched her hands on her hips. “We’ve both asked you a question and you’re ignoring us. Have you seen Spencer?”

Darla blinked and Sophie realized she wore fake eyelashes. “Seen him? No, no. I can’t say I’ve seen him this evening. Rose?”

The other woman shook her head.

Sophie wanted to grind her teeth in frustration. “I guess we’ll check in again in the morning before we leave.”

“Oh dear! You’ve only just arrived. I’d hate to see you go,” Darla said with meaning.

It was probably the first honest thing she’d said all night. Sophie shook her head, oddly disappointed in these people. “If Spencer shows up, I hope you’ll let us know.”

“They will,” Riley said. “After all, why would they keep that information from us?” Riley asked, then without waiting for a reply, he pulled Sophie away from the two older women to a corner of the pool deck where they could be alone.

“I’m sorry,” she said, not really sure what for.

He treated her to a grim smile. “That means a lot coming from Spencer’s favorite Jordan sister.”

She glanced down at the concrete, unable to meet his gaze. “Actually I’m sorry for that, too.”

He lifted her chin with his hand. “It’s not as if you knew about me. Unlike them.”

“Isn’t that part of the problem? That Spencer denied his only son?” She drew a deep breath. “I don’t understand Spencer. From what I know of him he’s a good, kind man. To deny you goes against everything I believed about him. It goes against everything I believe in.”

And right now she believed in Riley. In what she and Riley could share tonight. She wanted only to stop dancing around their feelings and act on them.

“I vote we go back to the house.” She voted they go to bed, but she couldn’t bring herself to make the proposition out loud.

Instead she leaned up on her toes and touched her lips to his, letting her actions speak for her. She had no doubt Riley was as smart as she gave him credit for being and that soon enough she’d be in his bed.

CHAPTER SIX

RILEY SUCKED IN a deep breath, afraid to move, afraid if he blinked he’d discover he was dreaming. Because Sophie had touched her lips to his, giving him a green light.

Did she know how much he needed her? The desire between them was obvious. Mutual. The need was something else. She’d become an anchor in his suddenly turbulent life and, at the moment, he didn’t know where he’d be without her.

He clenched his hand into a fist at his side and held his emotions in check. Testing what she was offering, he parted his lips.

Sophie responded, tasting slowly at first, grazing his lower lip before finally touching her tongue to his. She tasted minty yet sweet, and felt soft yet hot, all at the same time. His dreams held nothing on the reality of kissing this woman. A woman who loved to be in control of everyone and everything in her life, yet whose body shook with tremors that told him she was barely hanging on to that control now.

Riley felt the same way. His body shook with desire, and with the difficulty of holding back, but he respected how difficult this overture must be for her and didn’t want to drive her away. Yet in its simplicity, this was both the most innocent and yet the hottest kiss he’d ever had, bringing everything to life inside him, including things he’d never felt before. Heaven help him when he thrust inside her body for the first time.

A warm, humid breeze blew around them and he couldn’t resist uncurling his fist and burying his hand in the soft curls of her hair. The weather teased her normally controlled hair much the way he teased her, he thought, unable to control a laugh.

“Something funny?” She stepped back, looking completely ruffled and thoroughly kissed.

“Just that I finally broke through your composure and I enjoyed it even more than I thought I would.” He paused to study her. “And so did you.”

“Cocky man.”