Bad Boys Do (Donovan Brothers Brewery 2)

“God, I’m so sorry.” She hugged him, wanting to hold on forever. But there was more. “But…your brother said you also got into a fight with a jealous husband.”

He eased away, holding her in front of him so he could meet her eyes.

“Olivia, that was your jealous husband.”

“What?” Her hands curled, grabbing on to his T-shirt. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“I’m not. He came into the brewery last Friday night, looking for a fight. Unfortunately, I gave it to him.”

“Oh, no.” She let go of him and covered her mouth in horror. “I’m sorry. That was when you left. He’s the one who—”

“It’s no big deal. I shouldn’t have punched him.”

“Are you okay?” Reaching for his face, she stroked his jaw. “Did he hit you?”

“Hell, no, he didn’t hit me. Hard to reach my face from the floor.”

“Oh, my God.” She tried to look serious, but her lips kept curving up. “I’m so sorry.”

“Are you? You look a little bit thrilled.”

“Shut up!” she said, laughing despite her best attempts to stop it.

Jamie’s face softened. “Does that mean you forgive me?”

“For hitting Victor? No forgiveness necessary.”

“No, I mean for lying. About Monica.”

Olivia forgot her amusement and slipped back into his arms. “Of course, I do. Of course. And I’m so sorry if I caused you any trouble.”

“Never. You made everything better.”

Olivia closed her eyes, but she felt a tear escape and slip a jagged path down her face until it disappeared into the warm cotton beneath her cheek. He felt so good. He smelled so familiar. And she had no idea what this meant. He wasn’t her boyfriend. He wasn’t her lover. Yet she wanted him so much. So much that it hurt like a coal inside her chest, burning through everything.

“Christ, I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

She couldn’t respond or she’d cry all over him and beg him to stay. Just stay. Olivia tightened her hold on his shirt and pulled him even closer. His heart thundered at first. She held him until it started to slow. Then she held him some more. All of his tension was gone. She should really let him go.

After a few minutes, she was strong enough to ease her hold and draw back. “Will you tell me what you’ve been—?”

Her words were cut off by his mouth on hers, his tongue sliding in to taste her. Lust slammed through her so hard that she whimpered and sank her fingernails into his back. The same urgency seemed to take him over. His hands were everywhere, shaping her body as if he needed to remember everything about it.

She was panting, whimpering, immediately desperate. She wanted closer. Impossibly close. When he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around him just to feel more of him. Jamie swung her around and set her on the dining room table.

“Yes,” she urged, drawing back to shove his shirt over his head. She kissed his chest, licked his nipple, while Jamie struggled to lift her shirt, as well.

“Your arms,” he ordered, and she raised them to help. She took her glasses off and heard them fall to the floor, but Jamie was unhooking her bra so she didn’t give a damn. Instead of scrambling for her glasses, she reached to unbutton his jeans. Jamie pressed his palms to her breasts with a sigh of pleasure.

But she didn’t have time for this. The last button of his jeans had given way and she stroked her hand down the ridge of his shaft. “I want you inside me,” she rasped. “Now.”

He groaned and kissed her again. She felt the sharp catch in his breath when she slipped her hand inside his underwear and touched the bare heat of him.

Turning her face away, she begged, “Please. I need you.” And she did. Desperation clawed through her, hurting her heart with its brutality. “Please.”

His hands reached for her jeans. One heartbeat later and he was tugging them down, taking her underwear with them, and she was totally naked, her knees spread around his hips. Jamie’s eyes glittered as he pulled his wallet free and slipped a condom out before tossing the wallet to the floor.

She licked her lips as she watched him roll the condom down his thick shaft, and then he took himself in hand and rubbed the head against her. He slid and slipped until she moaned. Finally, he pressed forward and Olivia sobbed in relief as his shaft stretched her pussy. “Yes,” she said, watching him disappear into her body. “God, yes.” When he’d finally sunk as deep as he could go, she sighed.