Bad idea. This is a massively bad idea.
But then she sighed against my mouth, her fingers slid into my hair, and all logical thought disappeared.
Fuck it.
I licked into her mouth, then laid siege to it, stroking every line and curve with my tongue, breathing in her gasp like it was the very oxygen I needed to survive. Her grip tightened in my hair, and I tilted my head, kissing her deeper, harder, taking everything she offered.
I sucked her tongue into my mouth, and she moaned.
Damn, she tasted like sweetened summer strawberries, heady and intoxicating from the first sip.
Need shot down my spine, knotting at the base and demanding I take more, touch more, feel everything. She’d taken me from zero to fuck-her-against-the-wall-now in less than a moment, all with nothing more than this kiss. Talk about chemistry. This was explosive.
“Brogan,” she whispered against my lips, and I fell into her again, our tongues twining as we kissed, and kissed, and kissed.
Kissing Fiona was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I could do this all night. Every night.
My hands flexed on the wall, my palms itching to fill themselves with the curves of her body, to stroke and claim. I wanted to hear her screaming my name as she came. I wanted to feel her body pulse around mine as she got there again and again. I wanted—
What the fuck are you doing?
Logic reared its ugly head and I froze.
This was Fiona. Skye’s nanny. My employee, and I had her against the wall like I was ready to unknot the towel around my waist and bury myself inside her.
“Brogan?”
I shoved away from the wall like it was on fire and backed across the hallway. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, shoving my hands through my wet hair. “Fiona, I’m—”
Even in the moonlight, I could see her cheeks flush. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry. There were two of us in that.”
“Right. I just…” I shook my head. “It won’t happen again. I promise. It’s got to be the sleep deprivation, because I’m losing my fucking mind.”
A flicker of something—shit, was that disappointment—streaked through her eyes and she nodded quickly. “Right. Of course. Just a momentary lapse in judgment.”
“Yeah. That’s it.” I pivoted and started backing toward my own room as she did the same. “I’ll. Uh. See you in the morning.”
“Yep! See you in the morning. Well, I mean it is morning, but you know, whenever she wakes up.” She motioned toward Skye’s door.
“Right.” I gripped my doorhandle like it was the key to salvation.
“Night!” Flustered, she fumbled with her own doorhandle before disappearing into her room.
Stunned, and more than a little turned on, I stared down the empty hallway, my eyes locked on Fiona’s door, both hoping she kept the thing fucking deadbolted, and praying she might come back for seconds.
“You’re such a fucking idiot,” I muttered to myself, then escaped into my room.
Idiot? Absolutely.
In trouble? Fuck, yes.
6
Fiona
“Run that by me again,” Maddie said as we stood in line outside Reaper Arena.
Today was the first pre-season game, and I’d gone all out for Skye. She had her own Brogan Grant onesie, and the Tula I wore had been customized to look like the back of his jersey. I didn’t know how many games we’d be attending, but I was nothing if not prepared.
“Definitely,” Daisy added. “But tell the story slower. I want to savor it.”
I laughed as we moved up in line. “This one had kept us both up for two weeks straight,” I said, pointing to a perfectly content Skye. I swear the girl was only happy when I was wearing her or Brogan was.
“Uh-huh,” Daisy said as we continued to move forward.
“And he had early ice,” I continued, heat flaring up my spine at the memory. “I got Skye to sleep, miraculously. He came out of the shower and kissed me.”
“Too fast,” Daisy said.
“And not enough details,” Maddie added, taking the baby bag I was switching hands with and hefting it over her shoulder.
I shrugged, but I was sure they could see the heat in my cheeks. It had been two weeks since the kiss in the hallway, and I was only now telling them about it. To be fair, I hadn’t seen much of them, Skye rightfully taking up the majority of my time.
But even though it’d been two weeks, I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. It haunted me in the middle of the night, in those precious hours where Skye slept, and I was left undisturbed in my bedroom across the hall from Brogan’s, his scent snaking through the door and taunting me.
“I don’t know what it meant,” I admitted as we made it up to will call. Brogan had left us insanely awesome tickets, and we made our way to the family box easily enough. Daisy practically bounced on the balls of her feet the whole time, a permanent smile on her face. Her brown curls hung at her shoulders, which were draped in a McKittrick jersey.