Free Blackwater 3 - Breaking Brodix by Anne Rainey

conversation, Brodix hung up and put the phone on the counter. He crossed the room in two strides, his eyes dark with arousal. Sarah’s breath caught in her throat when he bent close and murmured, “Good morning,” a second before he kissed her in the most passionate way possible. Sarah flung her arms around his neck and sank into him. As if he hadn’t just made love to her mere hours ago, the juncture between Sarah’s legs moistened and throbbed.
    Brodix’s hands cupped her cheeks, holding her still for a deeper taste; then he teased her mouth open and slipped his tongue inside. Just as she was about to urge him to take her right there in the kitchen, a loud alarm began blaring.
    Brodix jumped back. “Damn,” he grumbled as he hurried to the stove. “Forgot about the bacon,” he explained when he picked up a potholder and took the frying pan off the stove. He put it on a hot plate and turned to her. “How do you feel about burned bacon?”
    Sarah laughed. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
    He grabbed a bag of something to his left and held it up. “A bagel instead?”
    “Perfect,” she replied as she watched him move about the kitchen. “Who was on the phone earlier?” she asked, too curious for her own good. “I thought I heard you say something about a cookout.”
    He nodded. “My mom called. She’s having everyone over for a barbeque later today.” He looked over his shoulder at her, a smile kicking up one corner of his mouth. “And you’re invited.”
    That surprised her. “I am?”
    “Yep. She, uh, heard you tell me good morning just now.”
    Red-hot embarrassment lanced a path clear to her face and lodged there. “Oh my God, she knows I slept with you?”
    He shrugged as if it didn’t matter either way. Well, it sure as heck mattered to Sarah! “I think she was trying to fix us up anyway, so I don’t suppose she’s too bothered by the turn of events.”
    “She was?” This day was getting stranger and stranger. “Wait, I hadn’t even exchanged two words with you before yesterday.”
    “My guess is she saw you in the frozen foods, knew you were a reporter for the Gazette , and her wicked mind did the rest.” He chuckled as he turned and placed a plate on the table in front of her, the smell of the toasted bagel causing her mouth to water. “She’s something of a matchmaker, my mom.”
    Sarah couldn’t take it all in. A cookout at the Jennings’ home and she was welcome to attend. “You know, your brothers won’t like it if I showed up a second time at your mom’s house. Especially Reilly and River.”
    As Brodix handed her a tub of cream cheese and a knife, he sat across from her and picked up his own bagel. “They’ll live,” he said as he began to spread the cream cheese. “Besides, Sammy and Vance liked you just fine.”
    “ Like is a strong word. More accurately they were merely being polite.” Brodix started to say something else, but Sarah wasn’t through yet. “How can I possibly face your mom? She knows we slept together, Brodix. Talk about awkward!” Suddenly, Sarah wasn’t even the slightest bit hungry.
    After a few bites of his breakfast, Brodix pushed his own plate to the side and reached across the table to take her hand in his. “She’s going to take one look at you and know the truth.”
    She squinted, not quite following him. “The truth? And what’s that exactly?”
    “Mom will see you as a beautiful woman who has managed to enrapture her son.”
    “But—”
    Brodix cut her off with a finger to her lips. “Stop worrying, sweetheart. You don’t need to do anything special or be something you’re not just to please my family.”
    Were her insecurities so easy to read? How was it possible that Brodix could see her so clearly, while she’d been married to Jack for over a year and he’d never once taken the time to truly know her? “It’s embarrassing, that’s all,” She said, entwining her fingers with Brodix’s. “This is your mom, after all.