I Flipping Love You (Shacking Up #3)(44)

“Because I’m so irresistible?”

“Yes. You’re smart and sassy and sexy, and right now all I want is for you to bite my lip like you did last night, and I’m a little obsessed with knowing what color your panties are.”

I stare dumbly at his gorgeous, sincere expression. If I end up sleeping with him again, I won’t be able to kick him out. I won’t want to.

“Help a guy out here. Say something, Rian.”

I grab his tie with the hand that isn’t still twined with his and drag his mouth down to mine. And I do exactly what he wants. I bite his lip. Well, it’s more of a nibble.

“Thank fuck. I thought I was going to lose my ever-loving mind.”

Fingers still laced, he folds my arm behind my back—I think this is his thing—his other hand slides into the hair at the nape of my neck, twisting through the strands to anchor there. I suck his bottom lip, dragging my teeth across the sensitive skin.

Pierce makes a low, rough sound in the back of his throat and a shiver forces its way down my spine, goose bumps exploding on my skin.

He angles my head to one side and slants his mouth over mine, tongue pushing past my lips, hot and aggressive. Our chests and hips meet, his hardness pressing against my stomach.

It’s like I can taste the pheromones in the air, and it only serves to fuel the lust. Our tongues dance and twirl, battle and stroke, teeth nip and bite.

Pierce rolls his hips. “I want to fucking consume you,” he groans into my mouth.

I get what he means. I would seriously rip his clothes off and ride him on the horrible floral print comforter, get as much of him inside me, have as much of his skin touching mine as I could, if I wasn’t suddenly conscious of the fact that my sister and his brother are upstairs, talking numbers.

The numbers I usually deal with.

I grasp his chin in my free hand and push his face away. It’s the only way I’ll be able to end this kiss. We’re both panting. I tip my head back even as he tries to bring our mouths together again. And I want him to. The desire is visceral, a shimmer in the air, a heat in my veins, and a fire in his eyes.

That is what wanting someone is.

This is the pinnacle of desperate attraction. This is the chemical reaction that ignites and burns until there’s nothing left but ash.

This insatiable craving is why people ignore a two out of ten on a compatibility test.

“Enough,” I whisper. My voice comes out a smoky rasp, but there’s command in it and he yields.

He nods his head once, eyes darting to my lips, the longing making his lids heavy. “Never. But okay … for now.”

He releases my hand and he takes a step back as he smooths out my hair. “Sorry. That was … I…”

“You’re fine.” I’m not sure I am, though. My whole body feels like it’s been lit up and I’m on overdrive.

He glances down to where his very impressive erection pushes against the fly of his dress pants. “Well, that’s questionable.” He turns around, his broad back shifting as he rearranges things—I can see his reflection in the mirror across the room, though. His eyes roll up as he moves things around and his lip curls.

I don’t think I’ve ever had this effect on another person before.

The power is intoxicating.

His eyes meet mine in the reflection and his grimace turns into a grin, which matches mine. “Now who’s enjoying whose discomfort?”

I raise my hand, finger and thumb half an inch apart. “Me. But just a little.”

“Not interested in helping me resolve it, then?”

I shake my head. “I’m going to show you the rest of house now, and you’re not going to antagonize me into kissing you again.”

He nods his agreement.

“Great.” I put a little extra sway in my hips. “And Pierce?”

“Yeah?” He follows me out of the bedroom.

“Mint green.”

“What?”

“You said you wanted to know what color my panties are. They’re mint green.”

He grabs the top of the doorjamb and heaves a deep sigh. “Patterned or solid color?”

“Solid.”

“Cotton, satin, lace, or a combination?”

“Lace.”

“Thong?” He sounds hopeful.

“Cheekies.”

“Ah fuck.” He bites his lip. “Wanna give me a peek?”

I laugh. “Nope.”

“Never hurts to ask.”





CHAPTER 14

DANCING IN THE SAND





RIAN


It isn’t until after I’ve given Pierce the tour that Marley informs them we’re the selling agents. She was right, my paranoia was unfounded, but then, she wasn’t the one to inadvertently help our father swindle millions of dollars out of unsuspecting families. Surprisingly, they don’t try to negotiate the commission down.

Pierce refuses to put in an offer without having a private conversation with his brother. Lawson is ridiculously keen on buying the property, ready to throw out whatever figure is necessary. Pierce wants to make sure the minor renovations needed can be done in a time-sensitive manner so they can capitalize on potential summer revenue. It’s smart. Pierce is smart. Logical where his brother seems impulsive.