Dirty Little Mistake (Dirty #2) by Amber Rides Read Free Book Online Page B

tapped my chin thoughtfully. “You probably love kids, right? Which – now that I’m thinking about it, actually – makes perfect sense. Because Ian’s got the mental capacity of a ten-year old, so—”
    She cut me off with a playful punch. “You said you were going to help me.”
    I rubbed my arm. “ Ouch! I said I might help you. And by the looks of things, what we should concentrate on first is your anger management.”
    Brenna rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I’ve officially seen the size of your biceps.”
    “And what did you think?”
    Her face colored. “I think if my tiny hand hurt you, you’re not as manly as you think you are.”
    “Take that back,” I commanded with a grin.
    “Or what?”
    “Take it back,” I said again.
    “No.”
    She must’ve read something in my expression then, because before I could even fully form a plan in my mind, she scooted backwards.  Her chair skidded across the floor until it hit the wall behind her. 
    I stood up and stalked – slowly – around the kitchen table.
    “What’re you going to do?” Brenna gasped.
    “I don’t know yet,” I told her. “That’s why I’m taking my time getting to you.”
    Her eyes were big and nervous, and my smile widened in what I was sure was a predatory way.  I trailed my fingers across the table as I got closer.  When I was near enough to reach her, she let out a little squeak and made a last-ditch effort to get away by diving sideways.  She flew from the chair, and my arms closed around her waist.  As we tumbled to the floor, I rolled sideways, pulling her on top of me so I wouldn’t crush her.  She landed with her legs scissored between mine and her face just a few inches away from kissing distance.
    “Well,” I said as I regard ed her shocked expression. “I still don’t know what I’m going to do, but I like where it’s started.”
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Brenna
     
    I stared down at Ridley’s grey eyes, too transfixed by the dark specks dancing in them to move.  I was afraid to even blink because if I did, I would lose sight of them. 
    Even though I could swear I’d never seen such a gorgeous color – like a winter horizon – up close before, there was something familiar about his gaze.  And whatever the familiarity was, it was making me warm.
    You need to get up, a voice in my head cautioned.
    Except when I went to obey, Ridley’s legs closed tightly on my own, effectively immobilizing me.  I tried wriggling to a sitting position, but that made it much worse.  I was now poised above him.  The hard line between his muscular quad and his kneecap was right between my thighs, and the warmth I’d felt just seconds earlier burgeoned into full-out heat.
    “Let me go.” My demand sounded weak, even to me.
    “Uh-uh. I haven’t started to punish you yet.”
    When he said punish, I had to stifle a little moan.
    Jesus, Brenna. Get a grip.
    “Where to start?” Ridley asked deviously.
    I didn’t trust myself to reply because his hands had closed on my hips, driving his leg between mine even harder and sending all coherent thought from my brain. 
    I couldn’t focus my thoughts where they ought to be – on Ian.  I couldn’t consider how wrong it was that this simple contact was driving me crazy with need.  I couldn’t even concentrate my mind long enough to think of the baby at all. 
    Instead, the attraction I’d been fighting for the last twelve hours reared up and I was almost positive I was going to lose the battle.
    Ridley’s fingers crept up my sides and I wondered if he was completely oblivious to the growing slickness dampening my underwear.  If I got much wetter, I was sure he’d be able to feel it through my pajamas.
    His palms were at my ribcage, so close to my bra-line that my nipples tingled in anticipation of his touch.
    Please.
    But then his hands tightened and his fingers moved playfully and a giggle burst from my mouth as he began to tickle me mercilessly.
    “I’m an