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Rock Solid. Samantha Hunter
Читать онлайн.Название Rock Solid
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781474027663
Автор произведения Samantha Hunter
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Blaze
Издательство HarperCollins
Brody was stunned at her ferocity. He was also somewhat ashamed of himself for having had no clue that Hannah was going through all of this. He was so busy focusing on his own issues that he’d assumed everything with her was status quo—which was how she always liked it.
But apparently there had been some big changes. That had to be why she had come here. Out on the road, on her own, she’d been looking for a friend, and instead he had... Brody rubbed his temples with his fingers, completely disgusted with his previous actions and how he’d spoken to her.
She was worried that he wasn’t okay, even though she was having her own professional crisis.
“I don’t know what else to do,” she said in frustration, standing, albeit unsteadily, as she walked over to his display case.
His grandparents had started the case, keeping everything he acquired since the time he was a kid, and Brody had added to it after he’d bought the house. Some of the things he’d thought about donating to Jackie’s auction, but he found most of the items were too difficult to part with. They represented the life he loved. The one he hoped he hadn’t left behind him.
“You see? All of this? All the things you’ve done? You know how to live adventurously. I do not,” she said, sounding totally disgusted with herself.
Brody ran a hand through his hair, unsure what to say. He’d had a plan, but with Hannah three sheets to the wind and obviously in the middle of a personal crisis, all bets were off.
“Hannah, take it from me, you are not boring,” he said, trying to find some foothold in this weird situation. “You’re...exciting in your own way.”
As he heard the words come out, he regretted them instantly.
“No,” she argued. “I’m not. The only time I’ve ever done anything exciting was with you.”
She walked back over, standing a few feet in front of him, her eyes taking on a softer quality. “Do you remember how exciting some of it was, Brody? Like that time at the track, with all of those people around—”
Brody swallowed hard, remembering all too well. Vividly, in fact. How he’d kept the pretty sounds she made quiet with his mouth as his nimble fingers had made her come behind the bleachers. It had been after a great qualifying race, and when he’d gotten out of the car, all he could think about was making his way to her and celebrating. They’d done that a lot, and it had been one of his best seasons.
“Why did you retire?” she asked bluntly.
“Um—”
“I knew it. You’re sick, aren’t you? How bad is it?”
Her eyes welled and her lip quivered and Brody stood, pulling her in close and wrapping his arms around her.
“No, honey, I’m not sick. I promise.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Except for my back, which is getting better every day, I’m healthy as can be.”
She pushed back, looking up into his face.
“Then why? And why are you here, so unhappy and not cleaning up?”
Brody shook his head, fighting a small smile at her focus on the mess. His cleaning lady had moved, and he wasn’t motivated to find another one. But that was unimportant.
“It’s complicated. Let’s focus on you right now.”
She made a noncommittal noise, her eyes dropping to his mouth. She licked her lips, and Brody had to hold back a groan.
He and Hannah had had some pretty good times now and then after they’d both finished a bottle of champagne or the like, but this was entirely different. He wasn’t about to take advantage, though it was really tough to keep his head straight as her hand slipped down over the front of his pants, squeezing.
“Hannah, oh, um, hon. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Be adventurous with me again, Brody,” she said, pushing up on her toes to drag her tongue along his lower lip as she touched him in a way that made his head spin.
“Hannah, this isn’t a good, um, idea,” he managed, closing his eyes as she touched and kissed him as he walked her to the stairs.
“I’ll show you how good an idea it is,” she responded in a purr.
Brody helped her up the stairs, his body liking what she was up to way too much for his own good. She was testing his control.
He deftly steered her into his room and set her down on the bed.
“Aren’t you going to take my dress off?” she asked prettily.
Brody looked down at her, his entire body hard, wanting. Her hair was mussed, her lips parted in the most delicious way. The dress she mentioned was pushed up on her thighs, and Brody knew how soft she was underneath.
He walked over to the other side of the bed, lowering himself down, fully clothed.
“Come here, Hannah. We have time. There’s no rush,” he said.
He gathered her up next to him, torturous as the contact was, since he had no intention of giving her what she thought she wanted.
“You feel so good. I missed you,” she murmured against his chest, and Brody closed his eyes.
He didn’t say another word, but kissed her hair and stroked her shoulder until her breathing evened and eventually, something he’d forgotten, she offered a soft Hannah snore.
Extracting himself quite gently, he pulled the sheet up over her and left, closing the door. He’d sleep downstairs—after a very cold shower—and hopefully by morning he could figure out what the heck he was going to do.
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