Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free

woman since their single interlude. No one knew his feelings, but he didn’t want another. Only she would do. The only other woman was anonymous, nameless, he barely remembered her face. All Deven remembered was that she was nice looking and let him take her in back of the club where they met. But the sex was less than stellar, and he went home unsatisfied again.
    “Are you done with your smoke?” Deven asked, not really sure what he wanted to say.
      Actually, he was sure of what he didn’t want to say. That he wanted her, for more than one night. Maybe if he’d gotten more of her, he wouldn’t have to feel this way. The sex couldn’t have been as good as he remembered. There was no way. He must have been under the weather or something. Never mind he hadn’t had so much as a cold in years.
    “Yeah, I am,” Charli responded, a bit late, as she was lost in thought.
    She tried to ignore Dev as he ignored her in the past. But she was still aware of him, in the primal way the hunted could feel a hunter in the wind. Charli felt the danger waft perceptibly from him and she knew she was in trouble. She had wanted him from the moment she saw him, at Makenzie’s old unit. Even after a full year of dodging him, she still wet her panties at the sight of him. It was hard on her to avoid certain events and dinners with her best friend to keep from seeing him again and giving away how he made her feel.
    But his handsome visage was distracting her, even just the peripheral view. He was wearing half a tuxedo. No tie or jacket, just the shirt and pants. The color suited him, snowy-white top paired with black trousers both elegant, simple and tailored to perfection on him. The event was an eclectic mix of class and informality. Most the guests were barefoot, even in their finery. She just wanted to breathe without the scent of him teasing her nostrils. Was that too much to ask? She felt waspish and, especially tonight, brittle as worn out porcelain china. She walked away, knowing she could snap at any moment. He was an easy target, her attraction to him making her disgusted with him and herself. Why on earth did the one man to ever make her see stars have to be a self-serving misogynist?
    Charli entered the tent, followed by Deven, both walking to the low table and taking their filled champagne flutes. She decided to get her obligation over. Maybe then she could be alone. She tapped the flute with her fork, the clinking silencing the pockets of chatter across the party.
    “Hey, everybody, I’m Charlene, Makenzie’s best friend. I remember they day this couple met, and lemme tell you how funny life is. One minute you could be having the worst time of your life, and the next... Your soul mate could fall in your lap. Anyone who sees the two of them together knows they are deeply, madly in love. Our handsome groom even planned this event you’re at now. How’s that for love? The real love of your life will do anything for you, and, ladies, he’s out there looking for you. Men, that tells you the right woman will make you a better man to be with her. There’s nothing wrong with fitting the needs of your mate, no shame, no embarrassment. Only if they weren’t so smug and kissy faced all the time, maybe folks would find in their hearts to be happy,” Charli joked, and the group laughed. The entire batch of wedding guests saw the newlywed’s heated embrace earlier on the beach, ankle-deep in the surf.
    Soon it was Deven’s turn, and his voice resonated through the tent, deep and strong.
    “Well, as everyone knows, I’m Deven, Charyn’s oldest brother. The first time I saw them together wasn’t long after they met, but even then I knew they would be here. In as many years as we have been brothers, he never looked at anyone the way he looked at her. Her eyes were only for him, and being in the room with them will get you drunk. The chemistry is just that potent. I wish them many happy years, and all that they could wish for.