Page 75 of Enticing Her Love

“I do Wordle,” Clay said.

“I do crosswords,” Seth said.

Victory scrunched her face in disgust. “Gross. You guys are my brothers.”

The song “Waterfalls” by TLC came on, and Sutton exclaimed, “I love this song.”

“Great,” Noah said. “I’ll dance with you.”

As Noah pushed to his feet, Flynn put a hand on his shoulder, shoving him back down to his chair. “Sit your one-eyed-viper ass down.” He took Sutton by the arm. “Let’s go, Glamour Girl.” He led her out to the dance floor.

“I thought you didn’t dance,” she said.

“It’s not really my thing.” He hauled her into his arms.

She blinked up at him with a furrowed brow. “Then why are we on the dance floor?”

“Because you are my thing.” He held her gaze, sliding his hand to the curve of her back, pressing their bodies firmly together. “You can flirt with my brothers as much as you want, but don’t think for a second that I’d let it go any further than that. I’m done following the rules. You’re coming home with me.”

“It’s about time you noticed,” she said with a smirk.

“I think everyone in the damn place noticed.”

“A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do to get the attention of the only man she wants.”

The knots in his chest loosened a little. “You’re a wicked woman, Steele. Was your plan to drive me crazy? Because you’ve been driving me nuts since I heard you moan into your coffee on Tuesday morning.”

“We both know that’s a lie.”

“I don’t fucking lie.”

She brushed her fingers along the back of his neck with a playful smile. “You already admitted that I’ve been driving you crazy since the day we met.”

“You’re damn right you have. Those moans have gotten to me since day one. Hell, I almost showed up at your place with that coffee I sent you the morning after we got back into town just to hear you moan while you drank it.”

Her brows knitted. “You sent me the coffee? I thought Leni did.”

“I sent you two. I knew how badly you’d been craving it.”

Her gaze softened, but that softness quickly morphed into heat. “That was awfully thoughtful of you. In case you’re wondering, this is what I sounded like when I drank it.” She leaned closer, moaning seductively.

“You little vixen. I ought to take you right here and show every man in the place who you really belong to.”

“Mr. Braden, that is not appropriate talk for a boss to their subordinate,” she said with feigned, wide-eyed innocence.

He tightened his hold on her, turning his back to his family’s table, and lowered his mouth beside her ear. “Then I won’t tell you my birthday wishes, since they’re definitely not work appropriate.” He slicked his tongue along the shell of her ear and nipped her earlobe, earning a sexy gasp.

“I’d much rather you showed me, anyway.”

Chapter Twenty-One

SUTTON HAD THOUGHT her nerves would ease on the drive from the city to Port Hudson, but as she followed Flynn’s old Land Cruiser down the woods-lined road toward his house, her mind started playing tricks on her, and the butterflies in her stomach turned into a swarm of bees. She’d relived every kiss, every sensual touch, and sinful sound they’d shared in the rainforest so many times, she had them memorized. But what if it was different now that their lives weren’t in danger? What if it was awkward or they couldn’t find their way back to where they’d been?

She turned onto a gravel road behind Flynn, and a few minutes later a rustic cabin with a wide front porch came into view, and Flynn parked in front of it. Her nerves flared anew as he stepped out of his truck, rising to his full height, taking her breath away. His muscular legs ate up the distance to her car. She swallowed hard as he opened her door, feeling foolish for having been staring instead of getting out of her car.

“Hello, sexy girl.” He took her hand, bringing her to her feet, the warm, happy smile that she’d discovered and had become familiar with in the rainforest curved his lips, easing the sting of those bees in her belly. He took her face between his rough hands, looking at her like he hadn’t seen her in weeks, and said, “God, I’ve missed you.”

Her heart stumbled at the longing in his voice. She felt the same way, but fear of being hurt, of not knowing what this was to him, held those words back. “You see me every day.”