Free The Unintended Fiancé (Captured by Love Book 4) by Miranda P. Charles Page B

tearing the hot naan bread in half and putting a piece on Erin’s side dish as she heaped some food on his plate.
    “Remember what Kevin said about me?” she asked nonchalantly.
    “What, in particular?” he asked as he had his first mouthful. “Mmm. Best butter chicken in Sydney, Miss Baker.”
    “Thank you,” Erin said. “Anyway, I’m talking about when Kevin suggested that I should seek sex coaching or something.”
    He frowned at her.
    “I’ve only ever had sex with three men,” Erin continued. “And I’ve never heard them complain, except when Kevin made that comment. But I was wondering if you could... well... be honest with me tonight? And perhaps, give me some coaching if you think I need it?”
    “I don’t think you’d have a problem, Erin,” he said, hiding his smile.
    “How do you know that?”
    He leaned close to her and looked into her eyes. “Because I intend to discover every little thing that turns you on. I intend to find out the most sensitive parts of your body and how you want to be touched. I intend to get you so hot that all inhibitions leave you. By the time we’re done, Erin, you will know that you are a goddess in bed.”
    Erin stared at him, her face flushing deep red. “I guess... I, uh... I’m glad that...” She swallowed. “Well, I can’t wait.”
    He grinned and gave her a peck on lips. “Good. I can’t wait either. But you promised to feed me first.”
    Erin laughed. “I did, too. Now eat.”
    Eat he did, as he and Erin talked about work, and how their friends and family were taking their fake engagement.
    He loved that Erin was getting so relaxed about this. With his past female buddies, once the decision had been made to sleep together, they’d only seemed interested in talking about dating. That was why he was more confident than ever that this would work with Erin. She wasn’t shunning friendship-only topics like the other girls had, even if he couldn’t resist glancing at the outline of her hard nipples through the soft material of her dress. This was a true friends-with-benefits-with-no-other-hidden-agenda arrangement.
    Perfect.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    E rin glanced at Brad as he loaded the dishwasher. Should they be cleaning up? Wasn’t this a mood-killer?
    Brad had openly ogled her chest all night, clearly enjoying her braless state, and had taken every opportunity to touch her. He’d even placed his hand underneath her dress to caress her thigh while he thanked her once again for the delicious meal.
    She’d managed to finish her dinner through all that, but her panties were now soaked. And judging from the bulge in Brad’s pants, he was as ready as she was.
    “Perhaps we should have some wine in the lounge room?” she asked, clearing her throat.
    “Do you want one?” Brad asked as he turned on the machine, then washed his hands.
    “Not if you’re gonna tell me you won’t sleep with me because I’m tipsy,” she teased.
    Brad walked purposefully towards her. “The way I’m feeling right now, I don’t care if you’re drunk or not, Erin Baker. I’m taking you to my bed.”
    She grinned. Goofily. “So we’ll be doing it in your new bed?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hmm. It definitely felt good being this brave.
    A frown flitted briefly on Brad’s face, before it quickly disappeared, replaced by a smile. “Why not? It’s your apartment.”
    “Oh! I forgot. You don’t usually take women home to your place for fear of them becoming too comfortable. But you’re right. Your room is still in my apartment.”
    “Yeah. So how about right here?” he murmured, running his fingertips along her arm.
    She gulped. “Now?” Duh.
    In response, Brad dipped his head to capture her mouth.
    Her breath caught in her throat and her lips moved, responding readily to his soft, sensual kiss.
    “I’ve been wanting to do this since last night,” Brad said, slowly pushing her dress off her shoulders and letting it slink down to the floor.