When We Touch (The Heartbreak Brothers 5)

Daniel grimaced. “Definitely not. And now I’m wondering what kind of guys you’ve been dating where you’re surprised that I enjoyed tasting you.”

Her flush deepened. “I don’t date that much.”

“But you’re not a virgin.”

Becca shook her head. “I had a boyfriend at college for a while. He lasted for about eight months before he met my brothers and got spooked.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a guy.”

She sighed. “I guess he wasn’t. I’ve had a few other boyfriends and some dates. Mostly assholes who got annoyed that I didn’t put out on the first date. Nobody special.”

“I don’t understand how you got to your mid-twenties without anybody special.” His brows knitted together. “You’re like a ripe fruit.”

“Waiting to be plucked.”

He grinned. “Your words, not mine.”

“Maybe I’m discerning.” She pressed her cheek against his shoulder. He could smell the scent of her shampoo. Damn, she was intoxicating.

A rush of anger went through him at the men who hadn’t treated her the way she deserved. “Don’t ever let a guy take without giving.” His voice was hard. “You deserve more.”

Her gaze lifted to his. “Is that why you did it? Because I deserve more than a quick romp?”

“Maybe I did it because you deserve to be pleased, rather than pleasing everybody else.”

“I’d like to please you.” Her voice was low. It went right to his core. He could feel himself harden against her.

“Becca…”

“I’d like to taste you, the way you tasted me. To wrap my lips around you, and slide my tongue up and down.”

He inhaled sharply. Didn’t she realize what she did to him? He was throbbing. “I’m half a minute away from taking you back to that summer house.”

“Not the summer house.” She pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I want to see you above me, all angry and concentrated. I want to watch your face as you c—”

He released his hold on her back, spinning her around and leading her off the dance floor. The song hadn’t even ended. A smile pulled at her lips as he held tightly to her hand, walking over to their table to bid farewell.

“So early?” Eliana said, looking at them with a confused smile.

“Becca’s hungry.” He shot her a look, and Becca squeezed his hand. “I need to get her something to eat.”

“Well that’s understandable.” Julia lifted her glass to them. “The food here is terrible. And it’s no place for young lovers. Off you two go. Have a good time.”

Eliana pressed her lips against Daniel’s cheek, then hugged Becca. She whispered something in Becca’s ear that Daniel couldn’t hear.

And then they were heading to the car, waiting for them at the base of the steps thanks to Daniel’s quick text. He opened the door and helped Becca in, then walked around to the driver to speak quietly to him.

When he climbed into the backseat, Becca slid her hand back into his, resting her cheek on his shoulder. A strange

emotion rushed through him. Was it contentment?

“What did my mother say to you?” he asked her.

Becca bit down a smile. “Nothing important.”

He blinked at her refusal to tell. The driver pulled away, down the graveled driveway and out of the huge cast iron gates. Becca curled against him, and he wrapped his arm around her, marveling again at how perfectly she fit against him. Her skin was warm, her hair soft against his cheek, her hand softly resting on his thigh as the driver made it to the outskirts of Charleston.

Five minutes later they came to a stop. Becca looked out of the window and back to Daniel with confusion.