Take Me Home (The Heartbreak Brothers 1)

He winked again. “And then I’d tell you how goddamn beautiful you are. How I can’t get you out of my mind. How every night I think of the way your hips swing when you walk, and how one of your eyes closes a little whenever you smile. And how your voice is so damn sweet it makes me want to drag you to bed until I make you sing out with pleasure.”

“And all this before we’ve even kissed?” she asked, a little breathless.

“I like to do things properly.”

She tilted her head. “Well, it’s a six hour flight from here to L.A.. Another couple for boarding and landing. Add in the drive to Malibu and we’re looking at ten hours. One way.” She glanced at her watch. “And my shift starts at six in the morning. I don’t think we’re going to make it.”

“Come out here, Maddie Clark.” He reached for her hand, sliding her finger through his. “I know you can climb. I’ve seen you.”

“And then what?”

“Then I’ll work out where I’m going to kiss you.”

She shook her head. “You’re crazy. You know that?”

“Yep.”

“And drunk.”

“Just a couple drinks.” He held up four fingers.

“And you broke my sister’s heart,” she reminded him.

“What’s her name again?”

“Gray!” She couldn’t help but laugh, because it really was crazy. But maybe she needed a little crazy in her life. God knows, her body thought so.

“Come on. Get out here.” He tugged at her hand.

“I need to get some shoes.” She turned to look at her closet.

He pulled her back. “I’ll carry you.”

“Gray…”

“Seriously. If I let you go grab some shoes you might change your mind. Then we’ll have to have this discussion all over again. And I want my kiss, Maddie. I really, really want it.”

Damn it, she really wanted it, too.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled her hand away and grabbed the window frame, then climbed through it with her socked feet. He helped lift her through, his warm, strong hands circling her waist. Her breath hitched at the contact.

“Put your feet on mine,” he whispered, pulling her close. “That way your socks won’t get dirty.”

“That might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Stick with me, babe. I’ll keep your soles clean and make your soul dirty.” He frowned. “That would read so much better than it sounds.”

“If it makes you feel any better I got it.”

“Yeah,” he said, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes. “It really does.”

The way he was looking at her made Maddie’s legs shake. It was exactly how he’d described. Like she was entrancing him with her eyes and her voice and the way she swung her hips. It made her ache inside.

“Maddie.”

“Mmm?”

“If you close your eyes will you pretend you’re on a beach in the moonlight?”