Unsuitable Men by Nia Forrester Read Free Book Online

eyes run over her body quickly, taking in the pert breasts, nipples hard because of the chill in the room, and finally settling at the peek of caramel-candy brown flesh between the tight tank top and the PJ bottoms. He wanted nothing more than to lift that tank top and lower his head . . .
    “Yeah, you’re cute enough,” he finally admitted.
    They watched the first fifteen minutes of the movie and ordered dinner, two garlic chicken pizzas and two bottles of wine. And for good measure, a six-pack of beer because Brendan wasn’t much of a wine drinker. Before their food arrived and when Tracy was in the bathroom for a minute, her cell phone started buzzing on the bedside table. Shooting a look toward the closed bathroom door, Brendan glanced at the console and seeing that it was Riley, reached over and shut it off in case Tracy heard it and felt compelled to answer. Then for good measure, he shut his phone off as well.
    This was the first time he could remember being this alone with her. They’d shared a couple of car rides together alone, eaten a couple of meals alone, but had never been alone together in an enclosed space. This, he thought, might be his very best chance. If he wanted to get up in that, this was his time.
    And then Tracy had come out of the bathroom and there was a look in her eyes, and a smile on her face. Her expression was almost predatory, but he kind of liked it. She advanced toward where he was half-reclining, half-sitting on the bed and before he could even begin to wonder what she was up to, straddled him. She pressed her pelvis against him in a way that left no doubt that it was intentional.
    “Before we get the wine and the beer and get so drunk that you wonder whether it’s okay to even make a move, I just want to assure you; it’s okay to make a move.”
    Those words and her closeness were all he needed to get him from half-mast to standing at full attention. Her scent was clean, like that of freshly-washed cotton. And of course, that was when the food arrived. Tracy went to the door to let them in, tipping the servers and even making friendly banter with them before showing them out. And while she sounded cool as a cucumber, he sat on the bed, trying to wrap his mind around what had just transpired, wondering whether it had happened at all.
    They’d eaten their pizzas and watched the movie, had some wine and laughed and talked. They were just about to find a second movie and Tracy realized the time. It was dark out now, and she wondered aloud why Riley hadn’t called her.
    “She must have been trying to get rid of me all along,” she complained, heading for her phone.
    Brendan dived across the bed to grab it and stave her off, but they both reached it at the same time, which led to some breathless wrestling, and gratuitous mutual grabbing. Finally, Tracy got the phone from him, but only because he let her. They were both still on the bed, Tracy on her back and Brendan next to her on his side. She looked at the dark console of her phone and then turned to him.
    “You turned it off?” she demanded.
    Brendan shrugged.
    “Why?”
    “Why do you think?”
    They were so close; he could see how beautiful her eyes were. Flecks of brown and green mixed in with the predominantly golden hue. And her mouth, perfectly-shaped and full. He wondered idly how many men had made fools of themselves hoping for a chance to press their lips against that mouth. Before he had even formed a conscious intention to do it, he was kissing her. And she was kissing him back. And not just kissing him back either, but diving into the kiss, her tongue actively, enthusiastically, wholeheartedly tussling with his, her teeth nipping his lower lip.
    She actually pushed him back and tried to get on top of him, but he wasn’t having that. Letting her get on top first set the wrong tone for what they were about to do here, and about who would be in charge. He pushed back until he was on top her, his legs straddling hers,