Take (Fury Brothers #4)

Mr. Mystery crouched too, and our faces were close.

Both our hands closed on the strap of my bag.

Looking at each other, we slowly rose. His fingers, bigger and darker, tangled with mine. His brown gaze stayed locked on my face.

“I noticed your mouth first,” he murmured.

I blinked. “Oh? It’s big. My brother used to tease me about it when we were kids.”

My companion reached out and stroked a thumb across my bottom lip. “I think it’s perfect.”

My heart raced, flutters going crazy in my belly. His touch felt electric, and I wanted him to touch me in other places. Anywhere.

I swallowed and licked my lips. It touched his thumb. There was a dangerous flash in his eyes.

“Shit,” he muttered as he stepped closer. He took my glass and set it with his on one of the tall tables that dotted the venue. Then that intense gaze came straight back to me. “I want to kiss you.”

My heart was beating so fast. “If that’s a question, even though this is crazy and I don’t kiss strange men that I’ve just met, it’s a yes.”

“Good.” He lowered his head.

I could barely breathe.

His mouth touched mine. A tantalizing brush of lips. The crowd disappeared and my lips parted. His tongue stroked inside my mouth, and I moaned. He deepened the kiss, his hand cupping the back of my head.

The room whirled. Like the Earth shifted on its axis. I pressed my hands to his hard chest to hold myself up.

I lost myself in the taste of him as he kissed me. It was a sexy exploration of teasing, tasting, and learning. He made a low humming sound.

His mouth lifted. Our lips still touched, both of us breathing heavily.

I pulled in air. “I need—”

Shouts broke out. I heard glass smash.

His head whipped up, and his eyes sharpened as he turned. A fight had started nearby. Two men in suits were shoving at each other.

I recognized the look in his eye. My father and Jack had both possessed it. The knowledge that there was trouble nearby, and they needed to wade in.

“I need to help,” he said.

I nodded, feeling dazed. “Go.”

He charged in, shouldering past several people. I watched him pull the fighting men apart. One was clearly drunk.

A second later, I saw Dante and Colton Fury appear. A big, tattooed man and an elegant man in a suit joined them. They all dove in, herding people back and calming down the chaos.

My guy waved at the security guards, who were closing in.

“Deal with them,” Dante ordered, his tone cold.

Then he turned and slapped my mystery man on the back. “Quick reflexes as always, Reath.”

Reath.

My world tipped again, and my stomach tightened.

Oh, no. No. No. No.