But that changed the moment she’d kissed him. In his arms, the prickly little spitfire flipped a switch and went soft and sweet, her body seeming to beg for his touch the same way she’d begged aloud. It made him feel ten feet tall, a primal part of him rising to the fore and roaring its triumph, despite the fact that five minutes ago he’d been ready to shove her into her house and bust ass driving away from there. Now he was drunk off her, as if he’d downed half a fifth of whiskey during their date instead of one beer.

He couldn’t get enough.

He didn’t want to.

Ryan skimmed his hands over her nipples and stomach, her skin so soft and smelling of some type of flower he couldn’t name, and down to the band of her skirt. It was so long its excessive fabric got in the way. He wanted the damn thing off. Wanted her naked. Her shaking hands undid the hook at the side and helped him slide it away. He nearly laughed at the absurdity of her white cotton panties being the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, but he was too distracted by his need to taste her there.

When he pressed his mouth against the fabric, her entire body went taut. As if he’d hooked her up to his car battery and revved the engine. “OhmyGod.” She sounded so shocked, he almost stopped, but then a moan slipped free. “Oh my God.”

Ryan started to lift his head, but she grabbed his hair and towed him right back to where he’d been. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Well, hell, there wasn’t much arguing he could do with that, so he yanked off her goddamn panties. Her hips moved against his lips as little sounds slipped from her mouth, urging him on. Deciding this was no time for taking it slow, he zeroed in on her clit.

She went wild beneath him. “Oh, oh, holy oh sweet Jesus oh my God.”

It was only when she stopped shuddering that he rested his forehead against her stomach, his cock so hard he was cursing himself a thousand times over for wearing these stupid slacks.

“Wow.”

The sheer wonder in her voice made him glance up. Bri looked shell-shocked despite her half-closed eyes. This woman, so soft and wanton, was nothing like the buttoned-up priss he’d been on a date with all night. He’d done this to her. He looked at her disheveled hair and now-crooked glasses, and ran his hands over her thighs, his satisfaction nearly a match for hers. Her lips were plumped and practically begging for another kiss, so he didn’t bother to resist giving her one. She moaned against his mouth. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”

That, he could do. He dragged off his shirt, and she responded by immediately running her hands down his chest. “Oh my.”

While he was all about her appreciation, he was more worried about how damn good she felt against him. Ryan licked her neck, earning another shiver. She let her head fall back to rest on top of the swing, giving him better access. “I need—”

“I do, too.” He shifted, freeing up one hand to push a finger into her. She was so goddamn tight, clenching around him even as she rolled her hips to take him deeper. He cursed. “I can finish you like this. It doesn’t have to be sex.”

She gasped when he crooked his finger inside her. “Do you have condoms?”

Was this one of those catch-22 questions? He couldn’t think enough to worry about it. “I have one in my wallet.”

“At least you’re doing something right tonight. Get it.”

“Bri…”

“Please don’t stop. Please.”

“I’m not going to stop.” Not until she was coming around his cock.

Ryan undid his slacks and wrestled them off, all without taking his mouth from her neck. With the death grip she had on his shoulders, he would have had to fight her off to do so anyway. Once he was as naked as she was, he tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom on. Holy shit, this was really happening. He kissed her as he positioned himself between her legs, notching his cock against her entrance. Slow. He had to go slow or he was going to hurt her.

Too bad Bri hadn’t gotten that memo. She grabbed his hips and used the momentum of the swing to shove him deeper, sheathing him to the hilt. Before he could recover from the shock stealing his ability to speak, her eyes went wide. “That feels so good, Ryan.”

Hearing his name on her lips rocked him to his core. He grabbed to keep her still. If she kept moving like that, he was going to lose what little control he had left. Apparently she didn’t share his concern because she dug her nails into his forearms. “God, I didn’t know it could be like this.”

With her skin reflecting the dim porch light, her breasts shaking as she tried to move on his cock, her eyes defiant behind the glasses she’d somehow managed to keep on through all this… It took a full five seconds to register her words. He was the only one to ever make her lose control. The only one. Ryan tipped up her chin until she met his gaze. “You didn’t know it could be this good? I’m just getting started. Forget setting your panties on fire. I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”

…

Bri was so desperate, she was about to start begging. Again. How could he sit here and talk while she was going out of her mind? She squeezed his forearms one last time, digging in her nails a little bit more, and barely resisted screaming in his face, Then do it!

The only warning she got was Ryan changing his grip and then he was moving, sliding out of her and back in again. Despite his bold words, he kept the pace torturously slow, his hard length rubbing on places she hadn’t even known existed, building a steady pressure in her core. She moved, using the swing to meet his thrusts, chasing the feeling. It was different from last time, spiraling through her with every stroke. “Ryan…”

He let go of one hip to pull her up until her mouth brushed his. “Say my name again.”

This new position had her clit grinding against him, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. She clutched his shoulders, trying to get closer to achieve that kiss, but he kept himself just out of reach. “Say my name, Bri.”

“Ryan.” She moved against him, desperate to reach that point of no return. The feeling was only intensified by his hands on her skin and every muscle tense against her. And then the world disappeared as she buried her face against his neck and screamed.

He twined her hair around his fist before she had a chance to recover and pulled her head back to look into her eyes. She felt owned in that moment, as if he saw down to the very foundation of her soul. The shock in his eyes didn’t make her feel better about what he must have seen. He shuddered, holding her in a near-bruising grip, drawing out his orgasm until he dropped his head to her shoulder.

Which is about when she processed exactly what she’d just done.

She’d just had sex with a near stranger on her front porch. Judging from her one and only other sexual experience, she should be feeling a toxic mix of self-hate and embarrassment for letting things get so out of control. Instead, all she felt was a strange sort of languid satisfaction. She wanted to stretch and rub against him, dragging as much of her skin as she could against his. With a sigh, she opened her eyes…and looked right into Ryan’s familiar deep blue ones.

Oh my God, I just slept with Drew’s brother.

The very same man she’d been fighting with not half an hour ago. She’d gotten out of that SUV planning never to see him again, and ended up getting naked with him on her porch swing instead.

Drew and Avery were never going to let her live it down.

Suddenly the only thing she cared about was getting away from him. “So, um… Thanks for that.”

He frowned. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

Frankly, at this point she was surprised she could talk at all. She pushed at his chest, her body giving a cry of protest when he backed up. It was just the cold getting to her. It had nothing to do with wanting to tackle him to the porch and start this whole process over again. She snatched her clothes up and dug her key out of her purse, trying to ignore the fact that he was standing behind her, as completely naked as she was.

Ryan may have been good-looking and his touch may have made her thought processes short out, but they were totally incompatible. And he was leaving soon. Even if she were interested—which she most definitely wasn’t—it wouldn’t be more than a fling.

Bri was not the kind of woman who indulged in flings.

Then again, she’d never considered herself a candidate for one-night stands, either.

She stepped into her house and forced a smile. “You know, the town was right about you. You really are a fire-starter.”

And then she slammed the door in his face.

…

Ryan stared at the closed door, half-convinced he was missing something. No way in hell had he just had his mind blown by this woman, only to have her pat him on his head and leave him alone on the front porch. He glanced down.

Alone and naked on her porch.

Both the interior and exterior lights clicked off, leaving him in near-complete darkness. Fucking fantastic. He yanked on his clothing and marched out the porch door, cursing himself for being an idiot. The only reason this entire mess had happened was because she caught him off guard. And, holy shit, had she caught him off guard. He hadn’t expected her to rise to the challenge he’d issued, and he sure as fuck hadn’t expected his reaction to it—to any of it.

It was probably a blessing she’d run off, because he wasn’t sure he’d have been able to control himself enough to walk away, no matter how much his attraction to her didn’t make sense.