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by Kate Brady

Genre: General Romantic Suspense, Romantic Suspense

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“He’s a lucky man, your brother. Most people would have written him off by now.” Luke said.

“That’s what Nick tried to tell me,” Erin said, “But it doesn’t feel that way.”

Luke nodded, then cocked his head. “Are you sleeping with Nick? ”

Erin stared. She couldn’t seem to form a response.

“Okay,” he said. “Not yet. But soon.”

A nervous laugh popped out. She would have liked to think of some smart and sassy retort, but all she could come up with was, “How could that possibly be any of your business? ”

Luke smiled. “Just making sure I know the rules. My brother has a caretaker complex. If you’re the one at the other end, well…” He made a hands-off gesture.

“I don’t need for Nick to take care of me.”


She blinked. Must have misunderstood. “I thought—” “Everyone needs Nick. This whole county needs him.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Want him,” Luke said. “That’s what he needs.”

The distinction took a moment; then Erin’s skin shrank a size. The idea of wanting Nick Mann sent a purely sexual rush through her body. “You’re jumping to conclusions,” she said, trying to ignore that unexpected wave of sensation. “Nick and I barely know each other. We’ve never been on a date or held hands or kissed or anyth—”

Nick walked in. Erin stopped mid-sentence. “God.” She buried her face in her hands.

“Hey,” Luke said, when Nick stopped behind him. Erin inched her cheeks from her hands and Luke smiled. “I got her thinking about sex for you.”

“Get out,” Nick said.

“You’re welcome,” Luke said, and disappeared down the stairs.

Erin forced herself to look at Nick, who leaned a shoulder against the frame, filling the doorway. She knew her cheeks were the color of raspberries; they felt hot and flushed. She noticed the dip of his eyes to her breasts and wished she hadn’t taken off her sweater. Her nipples came to tight peaks.

Nick crossed to the bed. “Never kissed, huh? ”

“Well, I—”

He bent down, and in the next breath his lips were on hers, hands pulling her up and dragging her into his arms. The lingering soreness in her bones dissolved in a rush of sheer sexual pleasure as his lips worked hers, stoking a flame that spread through her veins like fever. She opened her mouth and invited him in, sharing breath in a tangle of tongues and colliding heartbeats. One of his hands got under the tank, smoothed around her rib cage and found a nipple, and Erin arched into his arms as he rolled it between a calloused thumb and forefinger.

A moment later, he pushed her away. Hunger burned in his eyes and his breath was ragged, but he stood back from the bed and shook his head as if trying to flick something off. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

“High time I got that out of the way,” he said, and left.