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Brendan shifted on his chair. “I’m not a hothead most of the time. I’m…I’m…” He sighed. “I might as well tell you so if you’re not interested, I don’t get my hopes up.”
Apprehension coursed through him as she held his eyes with an inquisitive glint.
“I’m reserved, and I think things through, and until I met you, I never…” He hesitated. “I never wanted anyone intimately before. Oh, what am I even saying all this for? It’s not like you’re interested in more than falling asleep after such an intense night. I just…even if I’m in the same room as you to sleep, I want full transparency?—”
“But you are interested in me that way—intimately, right? I’m reading that correctly?”
“Yes, of course,” he whispered. “I’m crazy about you in every way.” He chuckled in defeat. “If you didn’t get that tonight, I’m not sure how else to show you.”
“That’s good because I want you too.”
“You don’t care that I’m…oh, fuck it, I’ll just say it.” He drew in a courageous breath. “That I’m a virgin.”
Her lips slowly lifted, a hint of mischief in her gaze. “I think it’s hot, Brendan.”
He closed his eyes, letting her words warm him while he nodded. “You already knew.”
“I suspected, yes. It turned me on then, and it turns me on now. Why wouldn’t I want a man who’s only interested in me?”
Brendan puffed out a relieved breath. “Okay, good. Glad it doesn’t bother you.” He rubbed the back of his neck, digging his fingers into his tense muscles. “I’ve been having nightmares since I met you about what your reaction to that might be if I ever got lucky enough to date you.”
Genevieve giggled, shaking her head. “Of all the things to worry about. You know, you really should be having nightmares about staying alive.” She flashed him a mesmerized grin and swirled her finger in the air. “The daredevil side of you outside the bedroom does concern me.” Moving onto his lap, she tossed her arms around his neck and kissed him so fiercely his brain shut down. “But if you want to be a daredevil with me inside the bedroom, go ahead,” she whispered against his lips. “You have my permission.”
Brendan groaned into her mouth and devoured her lips, finally spurring the confidence within himself to move his hands across her silky skin without hesitation.
Fourteen
GENEVIEVE
Genevieve wanted Brendan badly, and she prayed he wasn’t questioning that. Quill didn’t trust her—that much was clear—and after revealing her shifty past and putting Brendan in danger, how could she blame him? But she didn’t need to prove to Quill that forever was on her mind—she needed to prove it to Brendan. Somehow, she’d get the message across… She wasn’t a player, and she didn’t want anyone but him.
If she didn’t stake her claim, some other woman would, and there was no way on earth she’d let that happen. With that thought in mind, Genevieve grabbed Brendan’s hand and tugged him into the master bedroom.
“Brendan,” she breathed into his ear, unbuckling his slacks, “the things I’m going to do to you will bring you to your knees.”
His warm brown eyes popped open, sparking with hunger. “Genevieve, I…I… Are you sure?”
So damn cute! “Gen,” she whispered.
“What?”
“You can call me Gen sometimes too. Genevieve sounds so formal even to me.” She unzipped the side of her lavender gown and let it drop to the floor, standing before him in her skimpy white lace bra and panties.
His jaw dropped open. “My god,” he whispered, “you’re so unbelievably gorgeous. Stunning…a goddess.”
“Say that again.”
“Which part?”
“Whichever you want.”
“You’re so unbelievably gorgeous, Gen.”
She nodded, quirking her lips. “So are you. Just so you know, because it’s important to me that you do, I haven’t had sex in over two years, and I hope you’re the last man I ever touch.”
Brendan’s breath caught, a pleased smirk lighting up his features. “I hope you’re the only woman I ever touch,” he whispered fiercely before wrapping her in his arms and crashing his mouth down on hers with a confidence she didn’t expect. She went weak in the knees, her core aching for him while he backed her up onto the bed.
She scooted back across the fluffy goose-down comforter to the headboard, making sure her body was on full display. “Clothes off, please,” she demanded.
