Free A Taste Of Sin by Jami Alden Page B

Kelly, there was no way in hell he could resist her.
    And he had to go tonight. Who was he to disappoint his brothers?
     
     
    Kelly set a platter of fish and chips down in front of Molly Baxter and her husband, Craig, both of whom she remembered from high school. Both were surprisingly friendly, considering in high school they'd never given her the time of day.
    Suddenly the hairs on the nape of her neck stood up and her gaze was drawn to the front door.
    The Donovans were here. Nick glanced over, quickly enough so that no one caught him looking but long enough that she read the heat in his gaze.
    Her pulse pounded in her head, in rhythm with the sudden beat between her legs. Molly had to ask four times before Kelly heard her request for a refill on her water.
    Kelly smoothed her hands down the front of her denim skirt and made her way as calmly as possible to the table where Nick, Mike, and Tony sat, long legs and broad shoulders practically spilling out of their chairs.
    All three turned to smile up at her, and Kelly felt her insides melt at Nick's knowing look. So far no one seemed to know about their affair. It had actually been kind of fun, the past two and a half weeks. Sneaking around, pretending there wasn't anything between them while sharing their own illicit secret.
    She forced herself to greet Nick with the casual friendliness they always used in public. As she watched, Nick reached into his water glass and fished out an ice cube. He ran it suggestively around his lips, drew it into his mouth, released it. Just like last night, when he'd taken a cherry Popsicle and teased it around her nipples, chasing drops of juice with his tongue...
    She felt heat rise in her face as she trained her gaze on Mike and Tony, for all appearances oblivious to the sexual currents vibrating across the table. How could everyone possibly be so ignorant? Kelly felt like she was oozing sex from every pore, like she was walking around with a WELL FUCKED sign across her chest.
    But Mike and Tony only smiled up at her and ordered the usual.
    Nick, the rat, was rolling the ice cube around in his mouth in a way that could only remind her of his other oral skills.
    Mumbling something that she hoped sounded like "Be right back,” she hurried away.
    She surreptitiously watched Nick and his brothers as she put in their order and waited on several other tables. Everything about him fascinated her, Like his long fingers as they wrapped around his water glass. Strong, skilled fingers that could as easily repair her light switch as they could bring her to ecstasy.
    It never failed to amaze her how Nick could fix anything. He’d shown up at her house four times this week to fix minor glitches at her little rental. Even in high school, on the occasions when her tutoring sessions had happened at her house, she'd leave the room only to find Nick tinkering with something. One time it was the kitchen faucet, another time the disposal, and still another the refrigerator fan. It got to the point that Kelly's mom would conspicuously leave any broken appliance for Nick to find.
    Now, as then, he brushed off her compliments, insisting that his repair skills were no big deal. But to a woman who still could barely figure out how to check her voice mail on her cell phone, his ability to revive her toaster was pretty damn spectacular.
    He just didn't give himself credit for how smart he really was. Her face pulled into a frown as she watched him laugh at something Mike said. Nick's dyslexia hadn't been diagnosed until Kelly started to tutor him his senior year. By that time, everyone had given up on Nick’s intellectual abilities. Especially, it seemed, Nick himself.
    "Kelly, your order's up." Maggie's call startled her, and she quickly grabbed the food.
    As she carried the platters of fried fish, French fries, and wings to the table, she was struck by the easy camaraderie the brothers shared.
    She felt an odd tightness in her chest. It must be nice, she thought