The Good Girl In My Bed (Dangerous Desire Book 2) (15 page)

Drew kissed her, hard. He loved how open and honest she was. He broke the kiss and they both panted heavily. Sidney’s eyes had darkened to an emerald green that looked almost black in the low light. Her lips were parted and swollen, the red lipstick smudged from his kiss. She brought her tongue out to wet those lips, and Drew watched them as they formed her throaty demand. “Fuck me, Drew.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He kissed her again while sending his fingers on an exploration of her inner thighs. He wasted little time reaching his ultimate destination, the urging rock of Sidney’s hips spurring his impatience. He found her hot core, circled her entrance and discovered her slick and open. He ran his touch over her smooth lips, the sensation yanking a gasp from his throat.

He pulled back far enough so he could lift her lacy black dress to her hips. She wore no panties. He stared down at her, confirming his suspicion. “Oh honey, you shaved.”

“It was a very long bath.”

Drew trailed his fingers over her mound, fascinated by its shape and texture. He pinched the folds of her sex together lightly, exerting gentle pressure on her clit. Sidney shimmied against the wall, thrusting her hips at him. “Drew…now.”

“Yes.” He tore open his fly with one hand, bracing his weight on the wall behind Sidney with the other. He pushed down his jocks and pulled out his cock. His flesh felt raw and sensitive, his balls about ready to burst from the touch of his own hand. He wasn’t going to last for any respectable length of time.

Fortunately, Sidney didn’t want a slow seduction right now. He pressed the tip of his swollen member to her opening and probed.

She was dripping, so wet he glided right in. He buried himself completely within the exquisite resistance of her slick muscles. Sidney grabbed his biceps and undulated into him. She held his gaze with one full of determination. “Don’t go slow this time, Drew. Do it fast. Do it hard.”

Drew withdrew enough that he was able to slam back into her. Sidney squealed, a purely female sound of shocked delight. He repeated the move and heard a thud as her head hit the wall. But when he might have gentled, she pinned him once again with her gaze. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He slid inside her again and again, setting no lyrical rhythm, as he usually tried to do. He fucked her against the wall with primitive strokes, ramming into her body with satisfying power while she kept telling him not to stop, to give it to her hard, to make her come.

Drew wasn’t sure he’d be able to satisfy her last demand before he got to that point himself. The blood rushed in his ears, deafening him to all else but Sidney’s wild urgings. “Yes, that’s it. Slam into me. That’s it… Oh!”

Her first spasm made Drew lose himself. “God, Sid, I’m coming.”

“Yes, baby. Give it to me.”

“I love you, honey.”

“It’s happening…”

At the cataclysm they cried out in rapture together, clinging to each other in the throes of climax like two people set adrift in a stormy sea. Drew nipped at Sidney’s earlobe as he sailed over the edge of the world, soothing the tender flesh with his tongue as the rushing tide of his blood finally began to ebb.

Sidney played with his hair, slowly twining the short strands around her fingertips while her breathing turned from shallow to deep. “Well,” she sighed at last. “How was your day, dear?”

Drew laughed, his chest rumbling against the laughter that billowed in hers. The joy swam with the aftereffects of ecstasy in his head, and he felt like he was flying. Like nothing could spoil this perfect moment.

But several things did.

The shrill ringing of the oven timer shouted into the postcoital bliss. Sidney groaned, “Oh, it’s the chicken.”

The sound punctured the euphoric bubble that surrounded Drew, and the realization crept in that in the midst of passion he’d told Sidney he loved her. Not the first time he’d whispered it, or shouted it, while he had her wrapped in his arms. On each of those occasions, like now, he carefully avoided remarking on the fact she didn’t say it back.

To complete the crash back to earth, there followed a knock on the door. Sidney gasped. “Who could that be?”

Drew swore. Reluctantly he pulled out of Sidney’s body and told her, “That’s Brody.”

“
B
rody?” Sidney’s mind blanked at Drew’s answer. “What’s Brody doing here?”

She’d rarely seen Drew appear sheepish, but the word perfectly described the expression that crossed his strongly carved features. “Ah, that’s what I was trying to talk to you about.”

Sidney watched as Drew refastened his jeans, only then remembering to smooth down her dress. She was still dizzy from the aftereffects of the fantastic sex and figured it must be adversely impacting her hearing. “Did you invite Brody here tonight?”

“Yeah. I did. But it’s not what you think.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled. If Drew thought beer and poker was in the cards tonight after she’d spent all afternoon cooking, she’d kick him right in his cute behind with her five-inch stripper heels. “You mean you didn’t arrange some kind of boys’ night on our anniversary?”

His laugh held an irony she didn’t understand. “No, definitely not a boys’ night. More of a girl’s night, actually.”

Sidney squinted at him, confused. “Huh?”

The rapping on the door boomed once again and Drew called out impatiently, “Just a sec.” He turned back toward Sidney. “I meant to explain this as soon as I got home, but you looked so damned sexy. And then you started rubbing up against me and the words”—he waved a hand in the air—”disappeared.”

Rubbing up against him!
He made her sound like a stray cat. “I swear, Andrew Buchanan, if you don’t start making some sense I’ll…”

She bit off the end of her threat as the knock came again.

“Do you guys want me to get out of here?” The sardonic lilt of that masculine voice confirmed that their visitor was indeed Drew’s best friend. Sidney uttered a frustrated sound. She whirled around and swung open the door. Surely, once Brody got a look at her dress, and the plethora of lit candles she’d placed all around the dining area, he’d get the message that she and Drew were busy.

Brody Nash stood in the hall, almost filling up the rectangular space formed by the open door with his wide shoulders. He carried a bowl of something that looked creamy and decadent tucked under his arm. Brody was one of the best dessert chefs in the business, a skill Sidney considered incongruently delicate for such a hulking bear of a man.

The gaze he raked over her held a wealth of blatant masculine interest. He didn’t bother to hide the fact he was x-ray visioning everything beneath the racy black dress she had donned for Drew’s benefit.

Sidney fought the urge to shuffle her feet as the possibility that Brody may have heard everything assailed her. He’d been in the hallway, right on the other side of the wall she’d demanded Drew fuck her against. His dark brown eyes held a hint of wicked knowledge that seemed to confirm he’d been privy to all that crazy dirty talk she’d screamed because she knew it drove Drew nuts. Not to mention all the banging against the wall she’d been doing while she’d been
banging
her boyfriend.

Her cheeks grew hot beneath Brody’s lazy scrutiny of her body. But it was the burst of something else unexpectedly heated that made her breath catch in her lungs. As the man’s gaze brushed over her cleavage, Sidney’s nipples pebbled. She was still sensitized from having Drew inside her, and those nerve endings zinged with something that had nothing to do with embarrassment.

The thought that Brody had heard her howling at Drew to make her come actually turned her on.

“Shortcake,” Brody drawled. He always called her
shortcake
with a derisive slant of his brow and a smile that was a breath away from a sneer. “You look good enough to eat. Are you going to invite me in?”

Sidney gaped as Brody sauntered past her. He didn’t look like a man ready to turn around and leave.

At a loss for what else to do, Sidney closed the door. Brody muttered something under his breath to Drew that she barely managed to make out. “You didn’t tell her I was coming.”

“I didn’t get the chance.”

Sidney’s face flamed further at Brody’s knowing chuckle. “So I heard.”

Drew’s reply was laced with reproach. “There’s wine in the fridge if you want some.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Brody sent Sidney a half smile over his shoulder and disappeared into the kitchen.

Immediately Drew swung around to face her. “Don’t be mad.”

“That’s for me to decide,” she hissed. “What is he doing here?”

“He came for dinner and…” He bit down on what he’d been about to say and changed tack. “I thought you liked Brody.”

“I do like him. For the most part.” She knew that Drew and Brody shared a special bond, formed in childhood. Once, when Drew was eleven and Brody twelve, Drew and some of his friends had been playing in a drain after a storm. Drew’s foot had become wedged in a grate. The rushing water would have drowned him if Brody hadn’t come out of nowhere and dived beneath the torrent, freeing Drew’s foot and saving his life.

For that alone Brody held a special place in Sidney’s heart. And while his manner tended to be aloof, even callous, Sidney forgave him because Drew had also told her a little about his difficult childhood. How his mother left, how his father descended into an alcoholic stupor, how he’d punished Brody both physically and emotionally. After the incident in which Brody had saved Drew’s life, he’d spent so much time at Drew’s house he’d become an honorary Buchanan.

“I just don’t understand what he’s doing here
tonight
.” Sidney pushed the thoughts of Brody’s past from her mind. Sympathy for him would only weaken her resolve to make sure he left. He lived a solitary existence on a thirty-foot sloop currently moored at the marina, and she sensed a loneliness in him he’d surely never admit to. But that didn’t mean he could move in on her special evening with Drew.

“You would understand if I wasn’t such an idiot.” Drew smiled in that way that managed to be both self-deprecating and sexy, the same smile that had drawn her so easily to this very apartment on the night she’d met him a year ago.

He encircled her wrist and brought her hand up to his lips. He placed a soft, wet kiss against her palm, thawing her icy mood. His tawny hair was still ruffled from her fingers, making Sidney think of what they’d been doing only moments ago. His eyes glittered cobalt in the ambient light. “You see, I meant to tell you that Brody’s your anniversary present.”

His words befuddled her almost as much as the teasing brush of his lips against the pulse point at her wrist. “I don’t understand.”

“I want to fulfill every single one of your fantasies, Sid. I want to pamper you and make you feel special. Because you are special.”

She heard a whimper and realized she’d made it.
Oh, Drew, you perfect, irresistible devil…

“What I’m trying to say is that we’d both like to make you feel like that. Brody and I would like very much to make love to you.”

Sidney figured she must have misheard. Yet her heart slammed to a stop. “I’m sorry…what?”

“I read a couple of your books. I thought it might be something you’d like to try.”

Sidney tried to breathe deeply, but her lungs wouldn’t allow it. She opened her mouth to tell Drew that her books were fiction—
fantasy
. She’d never thought for a moment she would actually
do
any of the wild things she’d read about.

Well, at least not all of them. Not
this
thing.

Instead of rejecting the idea right away, she heard herself stammer with an uncertainty that amazed her. “I-I don’t know.” Perhaps she shouldn’t have drunk that glass of wine while she’d been lying in the bath. She ought to be appalled. Her boyfriend had suggested she participate in a threesome.

But for some reason she couldn’t quite muster appalled. She felt…excited. Her heart rumbled like a theatrical drum roll. Oh yes, definitely excited.

“That’s okay.” Drew moved his mouth up her arm until he swirled his tongue around the sensitive spot at her inner elbow. “I’ve sprung this on you. Why don’t you let Brody stay for dinner? Any time you want him to leave, you say the word.”

“Dinner,” Sidney murmured dumbly. “Oh my goodness, the chicken will be burning.”
Seriously, Sid, you’re thinking about chicken?

“I’ll get it. You sit down, have a glass of wine. Relax.”

Relax. Right.

* * * *

Throughout dinner, Sidney thought about telling Brody to leave more times than she could count. Each time she opened her mouth to say the words, something would stop her. A look Brody would cast her, one that seemed to dare her not to. The touch of Drew’s hand on her arm that kept the heat within her simmering. Another sip of wine that worked to relax her inhibitions.

The promise of living out a wicked fantasy.

As she toyed with the remains of her chicken dinner, Sidney surreptitiously studied Brody. He was around six feet with imposing shoulders and thickly muscled arms. Different from Drew, whose frame was long, rangy, and bunched tight in all the right places. While Drew kept his rich walnut-hued hair cut close at his nape, Brody’s was a shiny jet black that curled over the collar of his open necked shirt, the fringe sweeping down to shade his dark eyes. At times those eyes appeared as black as his hair, but tonight Sidney could make out the subtle flecks of amber shooting through the irises in the soft glow of the candlelight.

No question, he was an attractive man. She would have been blind not to notice. And while she’d wondered idly about his love life—his apparent preference for one-night stands with tourists looking for a meaningless holiday fling—she’d never actually thought about going to bed with him. She was with Drew, and she would never do anything to hurt him.

Brody’s gaze lifted from his plate and he caught her staring. Sidney reached for her nearly empty glass of Semillon and downed the remains, a renewed bout of nerves making her heart tumble through her chest.

Drew immediately lifted the bottle and poured her another half glass. Sidney figured she should probably refuse the alcohol. She was already slightly buzzed. But she didn’t. “You had enough, sweetheart?”