“Sounds to me like you made the right choice, though. How could you have taken care of him at that age?”

Elisa tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know I did. My grandparents are very successful people. They’ve been able to provide him with a life that even my parents couldn’t. He lives in a huge house overlooking the city; he went to the best schools. He’s studying to be a doctor, for crying out loud. He hasn’t wanted for anything down there.”

Brody tilted her chin up with his index finger. “Except for you. You can’t keep carrying the guilt around. It’s eating you up.”

His bottomless eyes were so easy to fall into. More than once she’d found herself becoming hypnotized by them, and now was no different.

“How is it you always know the right thing to say?” she asked in a husky voice.

His thumb traced her lower lip. “Because I might have an idea of what you’re feeling.”

She sucked in a breath, and held it for a second. “Because of your divorce?” She would get this man to open up to her if it killed her. Had the dissolution of his marriage been so traumatic that he couldn’t even talk about it?

His gray eyes darkened for a moment, like a cloud of grief. “It’s not one of my prouder moments, no.”

She tilted her head and studied him. Did he blame himself? “What would you have to be ashamed about? Sometimes things like that are unavoidable.”

He stepped even closer to her, so that his body heat wrapped her in a mind-tingling cocoon of sexuality. Day by day, Elisa’s willpower grew weaker and weaker. How much longer could she resist him? If he kept touching her, like he was now, she’d be too far gone.

“I can’t think clearly when I’m around you,” he murmured in a sexy, husky voice.

He couldn’t think? Her brain was mush.

His mouth hovered just a whisper away from hers, not touching but close enough to drive her out of her mind. “Maybe I should just kiss you and put both of us out of our misery.”


Brody was in heaven and hell all at the same time.

As soon as his skin touched Elisa’s, his body had come alive like it always did when he touched her. He could no more control his reaction to her than he could stop the world from turning. She had a hypnotic pull over him that he’d never experienced before.

He should have just lowered his mouth to hers, instead of giving her warning. He’d much rather catch her off guard than give her a chance to prepare herself.

Despite that, he kissed her anyway, simply because he wanted to and damn the world. He sensed her hesitancy and pressed himself even closer to her. She tasted exactly the way he remembered, like sweet nectar with a hint of sin all wrapped up in a sexy package.

His tongue darted out, coaxing her mouth to open and allow him entrance. With a soft moan, she obeyed and parted her lips. When his tongue slid inside her mouth, lights danced behind his closed eyelids. All the blood rushed down to his dick, so that it hardened and strained against the fly of his pants. Had he ever grown this hard this fast from just kissing?

Her arms snaked around his neck, effectively pulling him flush against her. The damn camera, which hung around her neck, smashed between them and dug into his rib cage. The piece of equipment was a minor annoyance compared to the pure bliss of feeling Elisa’s lips against his.

He molded his hands to her backside, his fingers splaying across the length of her lower back. She sucked in a breath and tangled her tongue eagerly around his. It’s like they were made to fit together, like their mouths were designed especially for each other. Perfect was the only word to describe the way she felt against him.

She wasn’t nearly close enough. He tried to get closer to her, tried to feel those full breasts against his chest. If it weren’t for the blasted camera, he would have achieved his goal. However, it didn’t seem to bother Elisa. Her fingers threaded through the strands of his hair, as though she wanted his mouth to be fused even harder to hers. He did the next best thing and changed the angle of the kiss, taking it to a deeper level.

Another one of her sweet groans filled his mouth and consumed him with the satisfaction of coaxing such a reaction out of her.

A shallow gasp left her lips, and she yanked herself away. Oh, no. No way was the woman going to pull the same withdrawing act she had the other night. Brody wouldn’t let her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in a gruff voice, a result of what she did to him.

Her eyelids briefly drifted shut, and she skimmed her tongue along her bottom lip. “It’s the camera. It kept poking me.” Her hand pressed into her chest. “I think I’m going to be bruised.”

Relief washed over his wired body. “If that wasn’t such an expensive piece of equipment, I would have chucked it over the cliff.”

Her lighthearted laugh had his hormones racing even faster.

“I don’t think I can concentrate on taking pictures now.”

Just because he had to keep touching her, he floated his thumb over her still-moist lips. “Would you be mad if I told you that was my intention?”

Her fingers toyed with the camera strap. “Strangely no. You have a habit of distracting me.”

He could get lost in her eyes. They were hypnotic and exotic. Yet they held secrets, things that Elisa kept closely guarded for fear of exposure.

“Give me your car keys,” he said as he held out his hand.

Her brows twitched together. “Why?”

“Because we’re leaving.”

Without a word, she passed them over and followed him to her car. She knew what they were doing. Brody made no attempt to keep his desire a secret.

Thick sexual tension filled the car as he drove them home. Funny how the drive back seemed to take twice as long as the drive there, which already seemed like an eternity. Every few minutes Brody would slant Elisa a look out of the corner of his eye. Her hands were clasped in tight balls in her lap, and she stared straight ahead. The woman had a multitude of layers, each different than the other. One minute she practically tried climb inside him, and the next she was coiled tight like a spring.

In an attempt to ease her anxiety, Brody placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed gently. Her mouth curled in a seductive smile when her eyes met his. Oh, she wanted him. She just didn’t know how to handle it. Well, he’d teach her. He fully planned on showing her how to unleash her inner sex kitten.

Her hand uncurled and rested on top of his. Her fingers were so soft and warm, small and feminine. An image of them trailing over his hot skin followed by her mouth almost had him driving off the highway. Never could he remember being this desperate to feel a woman’s naked flesh.

They finally pulled into Elisa’s driveway what felt like eons later. His hands shook like a randy teenager when he yanked the keys out of the ignition. The camera equipment was left forgotten in the car as they climbed out and walked silently to the front door.

After several fumbling attempts and some colorful expletives Brody finally managed to insert the blasted key into the lock. His clammy and shaky hands turned the knob and the two of them shoved the door open. Brody kicked the door shut with his foot and dropped the keys on the floor.

Elisa’s world-class breasts heaved up and down underneath her shirt. Her full mouth was still swollen from his kisses. The idea that he’d caused her to be out of control filled him with a hefty amount of male satisfaction. He wanted to keep eliciting those same reactions from her.

With a slow lick of her lips, Elisa stepped toward him and placed her hands on his chest. He caught her hands in his and held them before they could slip around his neck. “I need you to be sure,” he said.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth. The corners of her lips tilted in a small smile. “I’m sure.”

His hands tightened on her wrists, then he backed her to the living room until they came to the couch. A nice, big bed would give him plenty of room to spread out and savor her body. But ever since sitting with her on the couch, he’d had visions of lying her on the soft cushions and covering her body with his. Sexual need hummed through his body when Elisa stared up at him with her bottomless brown eyes. She looked so sweet and expectant, as though she didn’t know what to expect next. Well, he’d show her. They had plenty of time to enjoy one another.

She leaned forward off the back cushions and brought her hands to the top button of his shirt. Her tongue darted out to swipe across her lower lip as her fingers made fast work of the shirt. In no time at all, the garment hit the floor and his chest was free for her appraisal. Her teeth stabbed into her lower lip as her attention remained on his midsection. Then her fingers touched him, and every muscle inside him clenched like he’d been shot with a jolt of electricity. As though pleased with his reaction, Elisa grinned then touched her mouth to his stomach.

“Ah, shit.” He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. Her lips were so soft, and felt even more heavenly on his abdomen than they did on his mouth. Her kisses were light and tentative, traveling across his stomach.

Just as he was about to push her back on the couch, her fingers clasped his belt buckle and had it unfastened in record time. Her gaze touched his briefly, then lowered to her task. This was not how he’d planned on things going. He’d planned on seducing her and worshipping her until they were both delirious. Somehow she’d managed to take over and knock him off his feet. Her touch and magical mouth had his head spinning. His Latin beauty was a little minx in disguise.