When We Touch (The Heartbreak Brothers 5)

She exhaled raggedly, the smallest of smiles pulling at her lips. “Oh!”

“And you? How do you feel?” He needed to hear.

“I feel… exhausted. Wrung out and emotional. My thigh muscles ache like I ran a marathon last night. And it was the best night I think I’ve ever had, because you were there, and I was so scared you wouldn’t want to see me again.”

He shook his head. “You’re crazy, you know that? Why wouldn’t I want to see you?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Because you got what you wanted?”

“You think all I wanted was sex?” He frowned. “Is that what you think of me?”

“No.” She leaned forward on the counter, the breakfast bar separating them. “But the last time you were here you told me you were bad for me. That we shouldn’t be together. So

I’m wondering if last night was enough for you.”

“I am bad for you,” he told her, his gaze not wavering from hers. “But I’m also selfish enough to want to see you again. So I guess it’s up to you. Do you want me, too?”

“Of course I do.”

He exhaled with relief. Not that he’d planned to give up even if she’d said no. He would’ve wooed her. Sent her flowers. Waited for whatever it took. Last night changed everything.

Now she was his.

“I want you, too.” His voice was low. Thick.

“How much?”

“Come around here and I’ll show you.”

Her smile was genuine. And wide. “Enough to come meet my family next Saturday?”

“What?” His own smile froze.

“My brother Logan has invited us all to his farmhouse restaurant. They want to meet you.”

“Okay.” He nodded.

Her eyes softened. “That doesn’t scare you?”

“Should it?”

“Most guys hate meeting my family.”

“How many guys have met them?” he asked, reaching out to trace his finger over the back of her palm. Just the feel of her skin relaxed him.

“Only one. And he got scared off.”

“Well, if my family didn’t scare you off, I don’t expect yours will scare me.” He’d do whatever it took to be with her. How strange was that? “Now, are you coming around here, or do I have to come over there and get you?”

An eager expression washed over her. “Is it wrong that I like the chase?” she said, not moving.

He stood, walking around the breakfast bar, his finger trailing across the surface of the counter. His face was unsmiling as he walked toward her. “Not wrong at all,” he said softly. “I like it, too.”

She was still as he traced the line of her cheekbone, her nose, her jaw, then her lips, leaning in as he cupped the back of her head. “I like the capture even better,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers.

Becca melted against him, her mouth parting with a sigh as he deepened the kiss, her arms looping around his neck to pull him closer.

“I thought you wanted an early night,” he murmured.