Victoria Dahl - Turn Up The Heat

She was unique.

He carried her hands back up to his neck and slid his hands down to the small of her back. “For now, why don’t I make a strategic retreat? You can have the night to think about things, to decide if you still want me—and if so, I promise you won’t regret it. But go into it with your eyes wide open.”

“Meaning sex and only sex?”

“Sex and conversation and a few laughs. Some good times.” He wanted all that because he didn’t want her to have regrets. “I’ll make it good for you, Merrily. Better than good. You have my word.” Then he rethought that and added, “Well, maybe not the first time. I have a feeling that once I get your panties off, it’s going to be a very close thing.”

Her mouth fell open, then snapped shut as her face went up in flames.

He remained serious. He wanted her to believe him. “After that, every time after that, count on loving it. And that’s not an idle brag, okay? I do know what I’m doing.”

The heat extended into her gaze. Her lips parted. She nodded. “Okay.”

Pretty sure he’d already won her over, Brick added, “But understand that I’m not the type to settle down anytime soon.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

She nodded. “My life has recently taken a dramatic change. I want to live for a while without serious restrictions—and you already said you’re possessive, so you would certainly be a restriction.”

“Yeah, probably.” He knew himself well enough to know that once he fell in love, he’d probably be nearly unbearable. Luckily, he had no intentions of falling in love, and she didn’t want that anyway. Did she? “You’re okay with that?”

She nodded. “Once I no longer have that stupid badge of innocence, I won’t have to worry what motivates other guys.”

Other guys. His good mood slipped. “You’re planning ahead, are you?”

“Absolutely.”

Damn. He felt...insulted. Hearing her talk about a new life that didn’t involve him sort of burned his ass. He hadn’t had her yet, so he damn straight didn’t want to think about some future bozo getting down and dirty with her.

“So.” She smoothed a small hand over his chest. “What do we do now?”

“I’ll come by tomorrow with Jesse and we’ll switch out the doors.” Jesse’s help wasn’t necessary, but hey, he had a pleasant surprise for his friend and couldn’t wait to share it with him. “Sunday I can put in the pet opening. After that, you and I can get busy.”

“You’re talking two days from now?”

She sounded as forlorn as he felt over the wait. But he had to be fair to her even if it killed him. And waiting until Sunday meant she’d then have the whole day free—which meant he’d have all day to really enjoy himself.

“Two days of kissing, maybe a little touching—” God, he’d never survive this “—getting more familiar and after that, after you’ve had plenty of time to think things over, you can decide what you want.”

With any luck, and a little persuasion on his part, she’d want him, only him, for a good long stretch of sexual indulgence.

The way he felt right now, he couldn’t accept any other outcome.

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