“Yeah, but you like it.” His grin widened. “And if it weren’t for me, you’d still be hiking across some intimacy bridge—”
“I should’ve never told you about that!”
“And deprive me of endless bridge jokes?”
She tried to scowl but ended up laughing. “Fine. I surrender. The intimacy bridge is funny. Now, let’s go before Darcy really does fuck a waiter.”
Brody held her arm as they walked to the car. He opened the door for her, then rounded the vehicle and got into the driver’s seat.
She stretched the seat belt over her stomach and buckled up, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Suddenly, she became aware of Brody watching her, and when she turned her head, her breath caught at the awe she saw shining in his eyes.
“Have I told you today how beautiful you are?” he said gruffly.
“Twice, actually.” Warmth suffused her body. “But feel free to say it as many times as you’d like.”
“Believe me, I will.” He shifted closer and stroked her cheek. “You know, the happiest day of my life was when you walked up to that pool table and asked me back to your hotel.”
She sighed. “You’re not going to tell our child that, are you?”
“Nah. We’ll say we met at a museum and it was love at first sight.”
He ran his thumb over her lower lip, sending a wave of heat and desire through her. She could never get enough of this man’s touch, not even if she lived to be a hundred.
“Let’s skip dinner,” he murmured, then dipped his head to kiss her.
Her pulse raced as his tongue teased hers with long, sensual strokes.
It took all her willpower to pull back. “We can’t.” When he grumbled, she added, “Come on, it’s one little dinner. I’ll make it worth your while...”
His eyes lit up. “How?”
She laughed. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
“For you, I’d wait forever. In fact, I’d do just about anything you asked.” His gaze softened. “I love you that much, Mrs. Croft.”
She leaned in and brushed her lips over his. “I love you, too...so let’s get this dinner over with so I can get you home and show you exactly how much.”
Becka Baudin wants Aaron Livingston, only for a quick affair. But their chemistry keeps pushing them together...for better or for worse?
Keep reading for an excerpt from Make Me Yours
by Katee Robert, from Illicit Temptations.
Make Me Yours
by Katee Robert
ONE
“Have I mentioned how much I loathe weddings?” Becka Baudin grabbed two champagne glasses and handed one to her best friend, Allie.
“Only about half a dozen times—in the last hour.”
She drained the glass and waited for her stomach to settle. Only then did she focus on her best friend’s amusement. “It’s not my fault. They give me hives. Even this one.” Especially this one.
“Here.” Allie passed over the second champagne glass, her expression sympathetic. “You know you’re not losing her, right?”
“Of course I know that. I’m not a child.” But she still glanced at her big sister gliding across the dance floor with her new husband. They looked like something out of a fairy tale, Lucy in a gorgeous white dress that hugged her lean form. It was overlaid with lace and gave a little sparkle with every move. Her dark hair was twisted in an intricate style that left her neck and shoulders bare except for the truly outstanding necklace Gideon had bought her.
And Gideon.
Lord, the man could wear a tux.
But it wasn’t the clothes that made them the most beautiful couple in the room. It was the way they looked at each other.
She sipped her second glass of champagne. “They seem happy.”
“Yes, well, that generally happens on someone’s wedding day.”
Becka rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m being an asshole. It’s not this wedding I object to—it’s the rest of them.” Weddings were nothing but false promises of happily-ever-after. They sold a dream most people never actually realized—more than half ended in divorce.
She gave herself a shake and eyed her glass. “I think it might be time to start with the vodka.” She’d already done her duties as maid of honor, from the pictures to the people herding to the speech. Now it was just a matter of keeping her head down until it was time to see Lucy and Gideon off to the limo. Yes, a drink is exactly what I deserve for keeping my happy mask in place. If she didn’t do something to break the tension soon, she was liable to snap at someone and make an ass of herself, and end up on some Maids of Honor Behaving Badly list. She couldn’t do that to Lucy. Today was like playing through one of her personal nightmares, but Becka could do better than to act out like a spoiled child as a result. She was better than that. She had to be.
Becka turned to the bar and froze.
Blue eyes captured hers, rooting her feet in place even as her body tried to sway forward. Toward him. Square jaw, straight strong nose, sensual lips that quirked up as he gave her his own perusal. She straightened, suddenly glad that her sister hadn’t followed the shitty tradition of clothing her bridesmaids in the ugliest dresses imaginable. Her purple dress set off the rich blue color she’d settled on for her hair, and it hugged what few curves she had. The stranger wore a tux even better than the groom, his broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist.
She’d never seen a more striking man in her life.
