Take (Fury Brothers #4)

I suspected that because Reath didn’t have a family growing up, he cared even harder about the one he’d made for himself.

I rested my cheek against his chest. This felt…nice.

It felt right. Like I was where I was supposed to be.

I felt a bump under my skin and when I shifted, I saw an old, puckered scar. It was circular, and my stomach lurched. An old bullet wound. It wasn’t the only scar. There were other lighter scars criss-crossing his skin.

He was a man who’d seen and done a lot of dangerous things.

I frowned. No. I couldn’t get used to snuggling up with him. I’d watched my mom lose her light when my father had died. Love was risky, and there were never any guarantees.

Reath’s eyes opened.

“Good morning,” I said, aiming for casual.

“Shit.” His voice was a sleepy rumble.

I rolled my eyes. “You can have your guilt-induced meltdown now.”

His hands shifted…over my bare ass.

His fingers clenched for a second, then he sat up, setting me on the couch beside him. He rose and made no effort to hide the erection tenting the front of his pajama pants.

I tried not to stare at the bulge. Okay, I didn’t really.

“I shouldn’t have touched you,” he said.

I looked up. “Why?”

“You were shaken, scared—”

“I knew exactly what I was doing, Reath. I wanted it. I wanted you. It was me who put my mouth on your cock.”

And I still wanted him.

He raked a hand through his hair. “Don’t say cock.”

I smiled. “I like your cock, and I enjoyed sucking it.”

He cursed. “Jack’s my best friend.”

I sat up straighter. It was hard to look attractive and authoritative in a borrowed T-shirt, no panties, and tangled hair. “What we did had nothing to do with my brother. I’m a grown woman, Reath. I’ve had sex before. You seem like you’re not an asshole. Surely Jack wants me to be intimate with nice guys, not assholes. Although he is my brother, so I don’t discuss my sex life with him.”

“Stop saying sex.”

I smiled. “Sex, sex, sex.”

He growled, his gaze locking onto my lips. But he was tense and holding himself back.

“Sex,” I said again slowly.

He shook his head and strode toward me. My heart kicked.

He tugged me up and his mouth closed over mine. I leaned into him and kissed him back. Oh, God, I would never get enough of this man’s kisses.

“Hello?” a female voice echoed up the stairs.

Reath backed off like I had syphilis. I tugged on the hem of my T-shirt. He strode around the kitchen island, and I guessed he was trying to hide his hard-on.