The
last time I saw my best friend’s younger brother, he was a geek wearing
braces. But when Cannon shows up to crash in my spare room, I get a
swift reality check.
Now twenty-four, he’s broad shouldered and
masculine, and so sinfully sexy, I want to climb him like the jungle
gyms we used to enjoy. At six-foot-something with lean muscles hiding
under his T-shirt, a deep sexy voice, and full lips that pull into a
smirk when he studies me, he’s pure temptation.
Fresh out of a messy breakup, he doesn’t want any entanglements. But I can resist, right?
I’m
holding strong until the third night of our new arrangement when we get
drunk and he confesses his biggest secret of all: he’s cursed when it
comes to sex. Apparently he’s a god in bed, and women instantly fall in
love with him.
I’m calling bullshit. In fact, I’m going to prove
him wrong, and if I rack up a few much-needed orgasms in the process,
all the better.
There’s no way I’m going to fall in love with
Cannon. But once we start…I realize betting against him may have been
the biggest mistake of my life.
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It was nine o’clock on a Saturday night and I was totally out of my fucking element. A bottle of red wine tucked under one arm. A bouquet of wild flowers in the other. A condom tucked into my wallet, just in case. I was in foreign territory, and my entire body knew it – tense shoulders, my heart beating like a drum, and arousal barely contained beneath the surface.
Finley was standing at the doorway, watching me with a confused expression.
She looked gorgeous, makeup free, pink-painted toes, hair mussed and loose. Little cotton pajama shorts and a tank top that hugged her lush breasts.
“Maple’s not here.” She said the words, but she knew as well as I did I wasn’t here for Maple.
“I know that.” My voice was sure and confident.
“Then why are you … oh.” Finley shifted her weight, her eyes dropping from mine as she saw the wine and flowers. She could read it all, plain as day. I knew she could see my intentions, my uncertainty, and underneath it all, my desire. Maybe it was the desire to fix everything I’d broken, or maybe it was just my desire for her as a man desires a woman.
Normally when I felt that primal urge for sex, I headed to West’s bar. I’d pick out a woman for the night. Share a few drinks with her, a few laughs. Later, we’d head back to my place and fuck until dawn. And that was it. I’d be set for a few months.
This … with the courting and the nerves … it was nothing like my standard operating procedure.
I’d never felt so stripped bare and vulnerable. Never put myself out there so completely with a woman before. But then again, Finley was unlike any woman I'd ever met.
And she was still just standing there. “Can I come inside?” I asked, heart in my throat.
She didn't say anything. But she opened the door wider.
With Nolan’s words ringing in my ears, I stepped over the threshold, sure that whatever happened tonight had the power to heal us both.
