Bedding the Wrong Brother(17)

Like a man under a spell, he walked into the room. Stumbled was probably more like it. He heard the loud click of the door closing behind him.

She smiled. “Hi.”

He trembled at the simple word, spoken in a husky, sleepy tone he'd never heard come from her lips. His hands clenched into fists as an inferno ignited inside him, spreading from his groin into his extremities. His dick filled with blood, hardening so fast that he would have grimaced with the pleasure-pain if he was capable of it.

Instead, he stared at her and struggled to speak.

She scooted to a sitting position and tucked the sheet around her. “I-I must have dozed off.” She glanced at the clock, squinting a bit without her glasses.

When had he last seen her without her glasses?

“Everything okay?” she asked.

His soggy brain struggled to work. Okay? Things were looking f*cking fabulous from where he was standing.

“So, did you want to clean up first or—” She cleared her throat. “Or just get started?”

His mouth dropped open. Worked up and down. “Started,” he finally managed to croak. He'd intended the word to be a question, but it came out as a definitive statement.

She shot him another sweet smile, and he instinctively stepped closer. God, she looked amazing. And the way she was staring at him, so warm and at ease, a look she hadn't given him in such a long time. It made his chest ache. It made his heart pound.

It made his dick throb even more.

She held out a hand. “Then come here, big boy, and teach me what you like.”





Chapter Four





Dalton's Magic Rule #5: Get up close and personal.



Part of Melina knew she should be freaking out. She couldn't quite comprehend why she wasn't. Somewhere between getting into bed and Max's arrival, a veil of calm certainty had surrounded her. She felt like Super Sex Goddess Woman. Like she could do anything. Do anyone. Especially now that she'd done herself.

The words echoed in her mind, and she almost giggled. Although she suppressed the urge, she couldn't stop the way her legs shifted guiltily beneath the blankets.

Could Max tell what she'd been up to before he'd walked in? Thank God, the tremors of her self-induced orgasm had already dwindled. And it certainly wasn't a crime. In fact, it had made perfect sense to her as she'd lain staring at the ceiling, her nerves eased but her mind still working a hundred miles a minute.

Max was her friend, true, but there was no doubt that he was also overwhelmingly hot and way out of her league. Despite Brian's comments to the contrary, she got as horny as the next woman. Maybe even more so, for all she knew. That wouldn't serve her well tonight. If she was all aroused and stimulated when Max climbed into bed with her, she wouldn't be able to concentrate on the task at hand. Since she had always been a one-a-day girl if she was lucky, it made sense that giving herself an orgasm would help her remain sufficiently clearheaded throughout the evening.

Satisfied with her reasoning, she'd slid her hand inside her underwear and taken care of business, rubbing and pressing and dipping in ways she thought were quite simple but Brian hadn't been able to get a basic handle on. When she'd felt her pleasure building, she'd closed her eyes and given into one of her favorite fantasies.

It involved her and Rhys. And water. Lots of water. Rain pounding down on them, plastering their clothes to their bodies. Rhys tossing her skirt up and pressing her up against a porch post while she wrapped her legs around his waist. But the rain on the outside would be nothing compared to the warm wetness that would help ease his way inside her. His cock would be thick and long. Rock hard. Big and beautiful and filling her to perfection so that she'd go crazy in his arms—right before he went crazy in hers.

Imagining his hips thrusting and bucking while he shouted her name to the heavens had made her body clench with delight. The pressure inside her had mounted, spinning out of control until it had finally snapped. She'd bitten her lip as she'd savored one pulse of pleasure after another. Of course, as the sensations had ebbed, and she'd found herself dry and alone in her bed, she'd bitten her lip again—this time in an effort to stifle her moan of pain.


She'd ached inside when she'd realized it had just been another fantasy. Just like she always ached for Rhys. And just when she'd started to fall asleep, with the vague idea that maybe Max wasn't going to show, she'd heard the hotel door open.