Free Cullen's Bride by Fiona Brand Page B

weight of her breasts in his hands, almost tipped him over the edge. He had to remember where they were, who she was....
    Who he wasn’t.
    When he took her it was going to be long and slow, not a rushed, hurried fumble in somebody else’s backyard. The thought hammered through him, twisted in his gut, and gave him the needed discipline to slide her zip up and ease her away. “Rachel,” he said hoarsely. “We’ve got to stop.”
    She blinked at him, eyes clouded and soft, hair tangled, mouth so sensually swollen that a fierce growl of male possession started deep in his throat.
    Cullen pulled in a breath, fighting the hunger that pulsed through him as be deliberately put space between them. He wanted her mouth again. He wanted the cool glide of her hands on his skin, her moon-pale body and silky dark hair wrapped around him—but the tight, hard rise of his flesh was warning enough. It was almost a relief to hear Cole’s voice, edged with a cold, unmistakeable menace.
    â€œIt’s just as well you did that, Logan, because if you hadn’t, I would have taken you apart.”
    Rachel stepped out of Cullen’s shadow, placing herself firmly in bright moonlight. “Back off, Cole,” she declared. “Cullen wasn’t doing a thing except turning me down ”
    She moved again, sideways this time, placing herself directly between him and Cole. Cullen clenched his jaw against a powerful surge of emotion. He wouldn’t have believed it if he wasn’t seeing it with his own eyes. Rachel was protecting him from her brother.
    Cullen stepped out from behind her pale, drifting dress and wondered how he’d got himself into a situation where a woman was ready to do battle for him. “What Rachel means is that we just got a little carried away by the moonlight,” he stated with cool deliberation. “Nothing more. I was just leaving.”
    Cole met his gaze for a long moment, then nodded curtly. He shot Rachel an uncompromising look “Get your bag. We’re leaving, too.”
    Rachel didn’t respond to her brother’s order; she was too busy watching Cullen, her jaw set stubbornly, revealing that the fierceness she’d displayed at the hospital wasn’t just a flash in the pan. She was used to fighting with her brother—hell, with anyone she took a fancy to square up to.
    â€œI’ll leave when I’m ready.”
    Cullen took another step away, deliberately distancing himself from her. It was unexpectedly difficult to do. The instinct to catch her around the waist and move her behind him so he could take care of big brother himself was so strong that every muscle in his body was tensed against a retreat. “Cole’s right. You should go.”
    â€œDon’t bother trying to tell me what to do,” she said with dangerous softness. “It’s bad enough I have to put up with him!” She stabbed an accusing finger in Cole’s general direction, not taking her gaze off Cullen for a second.
    The passionate fury in every line of her body made Cullen go still. The sudden vision of Rachel locked beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, that wild gaze linked passionately with his as he pushed himself inside her, flooded his loins with a throbbing, painful heat. A groan rolled through him, and he broke out in a sweat. Sweet hell
    He wanted her. Here. Now.
    And God help them both, but she wanted him, too.
    Cullen unclenched his jaw by slow degrees, but he couldn’t do a thing about the guttural roughness of his voice. “Listen to your brother, he knows what he’s talking about.”
    â€œCullen.. ” Rachel reached out to him, but he’d gone, turned on his heel and strode away, leaving her shattered and confused, achingly bereft and more than a little angry at Cole. “You went too far,” she declared in a voice that trembled with temper. “Don’t interfere again,