Brushing her lips softly, he took his time playing over the top of them, before prodding her lips open with his tongue. She didn’t stop him or hesitate. In no time, the kiss turned fierce, his tongue demanding dominance and his mouth hard and wanting.
Justin’s name flitted in and immediately out of his mind. She was his, and he’d fight anyone he needed to for her, including his brother.
With his arms around her, he tightened his hold. Now that he had her, he never wanted to let her go.
Their mouths melded perfectly, and their kisses set his cock to standing strong, ready for her. The thought of being inside her made him groan with need and try again to get her closer, although it was impossible.
“You taste so good,” he rasped.
She laughed. “Yeah, like Chinese food.”
He grinned down at her. “There’s that. Plus, more.”
With that, he took her mouth again, rubbing his hand up and down her back, resting on her nicely shaped bottom. He squeezed and pulled her tightly against his groin to let her feel his hard length and his desire for her. When she moaned, he could’ve come at the sound alone. Making love to her became his number one priority.
She made the first move by tugging his shirt from his jeans and pulling it over his head in one smooth movement. It didn’t embarrass him that he’d been too slow to initiate this phase of their making out, but he made sure to reciprocate. After, he stared at her in a white lacy bra and couldn’t decide whether to remove it properly or rip it from her body, so he could see her bare breasts. Luscious breasts he’d been eyeing for a while now.
To make it easier for him, she turned with her back toward him and the hooks facing him. He quickly reached up, unfastening the first hook, before he heard, “Friendly, incoming,” in his ear.
He dropped his head and worked to hold onto what had once been passion but had turned to anger. Whoever interrupted them had best have a good reason. And he couldn’t think of any at the moment.
He refastened the bra and turned her. “You’d best get dressed.” He reached for his own polo. “We have company.”
Her eyes widened, and he wasn’t sure if it was surprise or fear.
To alleviate one possibility, he said, “It’s friendly.”
Relief washed over her features. So, she was more scared than she let on. He’d remember that.
They’d just finished tucking their shirts into their pants when the knock on the door sounded. He couldn’t do anything about the bulge proudly displayed in his pants. It’d go down in no time, but it might be noticeable to their guest, who was apparently someone they knew.
When he answered the door, several emotions ran through him—anger, worry, relief, to name a few. Justin—whose girl he almost took to bed—stood on his doorstep, looking worse for wear.
“Come in,” Danny said. As his brother entered, he noticed the sling holding Justin’s arm tight to his body. The bruises had purpled but the swelling in his right jaw remained. “Have a seat.”
Moira gasped and squeaked when she saw Justin. Before he could ask another question, Moira was lavishing attention on his brother. Technically, her boyfriend, or so he’d assumed. And if that was the case, she’d cheated by kissing him. But he wouldn’t say anything. He would ask Justin to step back though. Unless he loved her too.
Whoa, wait a minute, love? Impossible. She hadn’t been here that long. Okay, it had almost been four months. However, they hadn’t even had sex yet. How could you love someone without having sex? Heck, they’d just kissed for the first time. Okay, the second time if they counted the tavern kiss. Still, maybe he just liked her a lot. He knew he wanted to be with her both in and out of clothes all the time. More than he had any other woman.
“He knows you’re alive,” Justin said to Moira. “I barely got out of there myself.”
“What happened?” Danny dropped in the chair opposite the couch where Justin and Moira sat close together.
“It’s the money. Declan pulled funds. Dead men don’t pull funds.”
Damn. He forgot to talk with Devon about a safe way for them to access their funds. Since Moira hadn’t needed any, he’d forgotten about the situation. If only he’d done so at the beginning, maybe they wouldn’t have been found. “Does he know where?”
“No. And he tried hard. I had a dislocated shoulder”—he pointed to the shoulder with a sling on his arm— “and some bruises, but luckily, no internal bleeding and nothing broken.”
“How’d you get away?” And did you lead them here? He wanted to know because, right now, he wasn’t sure whether to trust his brother. Danny figured if Boyle had found out about Justin, his brother would probably be dead or close to it.
“Boyle chose the wrong guy to beat the truth out of me. It was too easy to overpower him. Maybe he didn’t try hard because everyone loves Diana, and they don’t want Boyle to find her.”
“Excuse me,” Danny said, before standing and walking down the hall to his bedroom. Directly into his comms mic, he said, “Heads up. Stay alert.”
“We already are,” John answered.
With John and Cowboy on duty tonight, he felt safe. No one would get by those two. He still was glad John hadn’t kicked Cowboy’s ass yet. Then again, their night partnership was young. “I’ll brief you as soon as I have the facts.”
“Roger,” Cowboy said.
Rejoining Justin and Moira, his stomach lurched as Moira gingerly traced the bruises on his brother’s face. Tenderly. With emotion. But was it love? Heck, she didn’t love him either, but he hoped she’d come around if they were a couple and had the chances other couples did. It’d
