Shattered (Steel Brothers Saga 7)

She licked her full lips. I willed my cock not to respond.

“All right.” She unclenched her arms from around her chest and slowly peeled off her shorts and underpants.

I deliberately did not stare. I didn’t want to have her go charging out of here.

But God… That body had been created in heaven.

Sure, I knew she worked out. I knew her perfect musculature was the result of a lot of strength training and cardio, but surely a deity had carved those breasts, those perfectly formed hard nipples. That dark bush that was not too hairy and not too sparse, but just right. Those hips that swelled the perfect amount. Those long, slender legs tapering down to perfect ankl

es and feet.

Theodore Mathias might be a criminally insane psycho, but he had helped create an angel.

She stood with her knees together.

“Come here,” I said. “Put your clothes on the chair.”

“What if someone takes them?”

“Look around. Everyone leaves their stuff. It’s safe here. And if your clothes get stolen, I’ll buy you new ones. How’s that?”

“I wasn’t asking—”

“Ruby, I know you weren’t. It was a joke. Okay?”

She smiled timidly. “Okay.”

“You want to continue our walk? Get a drink? Go into the water?”

She twisted her lips. “Maybe a drink. It’s hot out here. Do you think they have water with a twist of lime?”

I smiled. “I’m betting they do.” I held out my hand. “Come on.”

She came forward, placed her clothes on the chair next to mine, and again I tried like hell not to stare at her.

If only her gorgeous hair were down, falling over those milky shoulders, down her back nearly to the crease of that perfect ass…

I itched to touch her. To feel that smooth skin beneath my fingertips.

But I’d promised her a drink. I held out my hand again to her, and to my surprise she took it. Most likely for reassurance, not because she wanted to hold hands, but I’d take what I could get. I led her to the bar near the center of the nude beach.

The bartender grinned. “What can I get for you and your beautiful lady, mon?”

Ruby blushed.

“Just two waters with a twist of lime.”

“Comin’ right up.”

I handed Ruby her water in a plastic cup with a wedge of lime on the edge. “See?”

“Don’t you want a real drink?”

“Not this early. Maybe later. Besides, we have the rehearsal this afternoon. Joe and Tal would never forgive me if I showed up with alcohol on my breath.” Actually, they wouldn’t care if I had a drink, but I didn’t want one at the moment. I wanted to enjoy this time with Ruby without alcohol. She, on the other hand, could use a heavy dose of the social lubricant. But I wasn’t going to push it.

Despite the heat, her nipples were still hard as rocks, her areolas wrinkled. They were brownish pink and beautiful. I knew they were hard because she was nervous, embarrassed, but I hoped maybe she was a little turned on as well.

She took a sip of her water and cleared her throat. “Now what?”