The Watson Brothers Read Online Free
Author: Lori Foster
manhandled.
Hell, half the things he wanted to do to that bottom were probably illegal in some states.
He forced himself to look away. He had to stop drooling over her, for crying out loud. The woman was a complete and total pain the ass, only a year or two older than a teenybopper, and his baby brother’s ex-girlfriend. He had to remember all that.
Sam was none too happy when she took the liberty of opening the door for him. Worse, the car was a beat-up, banana-yellow Pinto. “I won’t fit,” he complained, even as he folded himself painfully inside the cramped front seat.
She slammed the door after him, went around to the driver’s side and got in. After she had the key in the ignition and the engine snarled and screamed to life, she leaned back in her seat with a sigh.
Sam waited for her to put the car in gear and when she didn’t, he asked, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She’d told Fuller she wasn’t, but she was stubborn enough to lie about it. He should have checked for himself.
That thought brought a shudder of excitement. Not a good idea. Not at all.
She stared up at the ceiling. “I can’t drive and hold my dress up too.”
“Ah.” Forcing nonchalance, Sam shrugged and said, “Hey, I’ve seen every female part there is, hooters included, so unless you’re unique in some mind-boggling way, it’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it.”
Appearing stunned by such an outpouring of nonsense, she said, “Fine,” and dropped the torn material. It fell completely below her breast.
Oh Lord. His nonchalance obliterated, Sam swallowed hard, looked away from her bra and how her nipple poked against the silky material. He did what he could to distract himself. He tried thinking about the job he’d just done, the repeat performance he had to put in tomorrow. He considered all the endless paperwork. He even tried thinking about Pete. It didn’t help.
His aching body and splitting head should have been enough to keep him off track, but there was no suppressing those pesky sexual urges. Whenever Ariel was around, they got a stranglehold on his libido.
“Let’s play some music.” Sam fiddled with the radio while she pulled off the side street and into the denser flow of traffic.
“Sure. Help yourself.” Irony filled her tone since he’d already located an oldie station and turned up the volume to listen to, “Ohhhh, love to love you baby…”
Speaking loud to be heard over Donna Summer, she asked, “Mind if I come up for a minute when we get to your place?”
The way she said that, so casually, put Sam on edge. “Why?”
“Don’t look so suspicious. I just thought I could find some way to fasten my dress, maybe a safety-pin or something. I know you have a house, but I live in an apartment and who knows how many people will be around when I pull up. I don’t want to flash the neighbors and I don’t want to start a lot of gossip.”
He didn’t want her flashing the neighbors either. As long as he got her in and out of his place in a hurry, it’d be okay. He could hold off that long. Maybe. “I have a sewing kit you can use.”
“You’re so gracious.”
“Graciousness is hard to find when my head is splitting, thanks to your tackle.”
She stopped at a red light and turned toward him. “And here I thought you were so macho. Let me have a look.”
Without his permission she caught his left ear and turned his head. “Ouch,” she said in sympathy. “It looks like you’re bleeding a little.”
Reaching to the back of his head, Sam located a lump, and a spot of blood. “Damn.” No wonder his head hurt so much. “It’s fine,” he lied. When she started to protest, he said, “Green light. Let’s go.”
They were cruising right along, going about forty miles an hour when she suddenly said, “They were right, you know.”
He’d been so busy trying to ignore her warm, softly scented body beside him, her words caused him to start. “Who’s that?”
“The other
Hell, half the things he wanted to do to that bottom were probably illegal in some states.
He forced himself to look away. He had to stop drooling over her, for crying out loud. The woman was a complete and total pain the ass, only a year or two older than a teenybopper, and his baby brother’s ex-girlfriend. He had to remember all that.
Sam was none too happy when she took the liberty of opening the door for him. Worse, the car was a beat-up, banana-yellow Pinto. “I won’t fit,” he complained, even as he folded himself painfully inside the cramped front seat.
She slammed the door after him, went around to the driver’s side and got in. After she had the key in the ignition and the engine snarled and screamed to life, she leaned back in her seat with a sigh.
Sam waited for her to put the car in gear and when she didn’t, he asked, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She’d told Fuller she wasn’t, but she was stubborn enough to lie about it. He should have checked for himself.
That thought brought a shudder of excitement. Not a good idea. Not at all.
She stared up at the ceiling. “I can’t drive and hold my dress up too.”
“Ah.” Forcing nonchalance, Sam shrugged and said, “Hey, I’ve seen every female part there is, hooters included, so unless you’re unique in some mind-boggling way, it’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it.”
Appearing stunned by such an outpouring of nonsense, she said, “Fine,” and dropped the torn material. It fell completely below her breast.
Oh Lord. His nonchalance obliterated, Sam swallowed hard, looked away from her bra and how her nipple poked against the silky material. He did what he could to distract himself. He tried thinking about the job he’d just done, the repeat performance he had to put in tomorrow. He considered all the endless paperwork. He even tried thinking about Pete. It didn’t help.
His aching body and splitting head should have been enough to keep him off track, but there was no suppressing those pesky sexual urges. Whenever Ariel was around, they got a stranglehold on his libido.
“Let’s play some music.” Sam fiddled with the radio while she pulled off the side street and into the denser flow of traffic.
“Sure. Help yourself.” Irony filled her tone since he’d already located an oldie station and turned up the volume to listen to, “Ohhhh, love to love you baby…”
Speaking loud to be heard over Donna Summer, she asked, “Mind if I come up for a minute when we get to your place?”
The way she said that, so casually, put Sam on edge. “Why?”
“Don’t look so suspicious. I just thought I could find some way to fasten my dress, maybe a safety-pin or something. I know you have a house, but I live in an apartment and who knows how many people will be around when I pull up. I don’t want to flash the neighbors and I don’t want to start a lot of gossip.”
He didn’t want her flashing the neighbors either. As long as he got her in and out of his place in a hurry, it’d be okay. He could hold off that long. Maybe. “I have a sewing kit you can use.”
“You’re so gracious.”
“Graciousness is hard to find when my head is splitting, thanks to your tackle.”
She stopped at a red light and turned toward him. “And here I thought you were so macho. Let me have a look.”
Without his permission she caught his left ear and turned his head. “Ouch,” she said in sympathy. “It looks like you’re bleeding a little.”
Reaching to the back of his head, Sam located a lump, and a spot of blood. “Damn.” No wonder his head hurt so much. “It’s fine,” he lied. When she started to protest, he said, “Green light. Let’s go.”
They were cruising right along, going about forty miles an hour when she suddenly said, “They were right, you know.”
He’d been so busy trying to ignore her warm, softly scented body beside him, her words caused him to start. “Who’s that?”
“The other