Carae's Touch (Long Line of Love, #4) Read Online Free Page B

himself singing along.
    When the song ended, she touched his thigh. "Whew. What a wonderfully sexy singing voice you have."
    "Thank you."
    "I have news for you, sweetie. If I were yours, I don't imagine I'd ever want to leave you and I'm thinking if I'm not very careful you'll go straight to my...what did he say?"
    "He said she went straight to his brain."
    "I like the sound of that."
    He inhaled slowly. Probably singing love songs to her wasn't a great idea. He intended to make the rest of the drive in silence. Still when Slow Hand came on, he found it impossible not to sing that as well.
    "You have a romantic, sexy as hell voice, Brandon. I can't believe you're not a professional singer."
    "I used to sing in a band with some friends."
    "Professionally?"
    "No. We all have real jobs."
    "I can't believe the range you have. You can sing God-awful country, jazz, or blues with equal ease. You're wasted doing anything but singing to an audience full of panting, appreciative women."
    "Thanks, but I'm very good at what I do and most of the time I enjoy it."
    "I'll bet you're good at most things, sweetie."
    "If you keep flirting with me..."
    "If I keep flirting with you...what?"
    "It'll go to my head."
    "I'm intrigued. Which one?"
    "Which...?" After a moment of surprise, he laughed.
    She laughed too.
    Although he was tempted to tell her she was arousing him, he lapsed into silence instead.
    She sighed. "I hope you're not getting the wrong impression. I don't usually—"
    "It's all right."
    "You seem shocked."
    "I'm not. It's just been awhile since an attractive woman flirted with me and I'm not used to trading double entendres with Lelia's friends."
    "Do you like it?"
    "With the right woman? Yes, and before you ask, you're the right woman, Carae."
    "Right answer."
    He smiled but said nothing. They made the remaining fifteen-minute drive listening to soft jazz.
    At her open apartment door, she put her hand on his arm. "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"
    He glanced into the dimly lit interior. The thought that she shared it with another man left him longing to go inside to make sure there were in fact two bedrooms, but he knew surrendering to that urge would probably end with them in bed. While he'd never wanted anything more than to sleep with her, he was determined not to surrender to his baser instincts.
    "Yes, I would, but I won't."
    "Why not?"
    "Because I have zero interest in coffee."
    She slipped a hand up his chest to link around his neck. "Same here, sweetie. I was thinking you might sing to me again and we could do a little more flirting."
    Alone with her inside, he'd want to do more than sing and flirt. "Thanks, but I'd better say good night."
    "Where's your sense of fairness?" She stroked her fingers through his hair. "I did all the work, revving you up and now someone else gets the benefits? You are revved up. Aren't you?"
    "I think you know that I am."
    "That makes two of us." She kissed him on the corner of his mouth.
    Feeling her warm, soft lips on his made rational thought difficult. He longed to follow her inside, strip her naked, and spend the night buried deep inside her. But he was determined not to use her when he suspected she wanted far more from him than he had to give.
    After several sweet moments of enjoying the taste of her lips, he inhaled and lifted his head out of range of her mouth. "Believe me, Carae, I'm doing you a favor by leaving."
    "The only favor I asked was a lift home."
    "If it's any consolation, I'll be going home alone."
    "You promise?"
    "Yes."
    She sighed. "Then I guess I'll have to be satisfied with that for now, but I'm warning you, I know what I want and I want you."
    God knew the feeling was mutual.
    She kissed him again, this time, running the tip of her tongue over his mouth as she caressed his hair.
    She revved him up with very little effort. Despite himself, he slipped an arm around her waist, drew her body into close, intimate contact with his, and sucked her tongue into