Free Finding the Right Girl (A Nice GUY to Love spin-off) by Violet Duke Page B

filter with all that steamy-eyed, bicep-popping, talking-like-a-wet-dream-voice-over madness going on!”
    Silence.
    Huh, so where might one buy one of these filters, she wondered.
    With a quiet curse, he stomped toward her and picked her by the waist, not even pausing in his stride as he kept right on walking to the bed. Well, if he going to take her for a ride…she speared her hands into his thick, tousled waves and nearly purred with pleasure.
    “Stop being so damn open,” he rasped, sounding like a man about ready to do the unimaginable, his lips a whisper away from hers.
    “Stop being so damn irresistible,” she threw back, digging her heels into the carpet until his body ran flush into hers and bulldozed her straight back, flat onto the bed.
    The air wedged in her throat as she watched the outline of his granite-etched jaw clench and release. He was so beautiful. Oh to hell with it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and touched her lips to his throat. The quiet male hiss she heard shot her attention down to the fact that he was more than a little happy to see her. Impressively so. And her sigh of pleasure against his throat served as a live current of electricity that she felt run through him…everywhere.
    His hands slid into her hair and tilted her head back before he brought his lips crashing down onto hers. “You’re so unbelievably, goddamn sexy,” he muttered gruffly against her lips as his tongue swept into her mouth. “For chrissakes, I have zero control around you.”
     
     
     
    F OR ONCE, TESSA DIDN'T have a snappy comeback for him. And despite his current state, which was anything but funny, Brian grinned over that as he flicked his tongue out to slide along the seam of her lips in triumph.
    But then he nearly bit his own tongue off.
    “I like making you lose control,” she whispered, sliding a hand down past his waistband.
    He jackknifed upright and flipped her onto the bed, pulling her hand up out of his boxer briefs to pin both of her wrists behind her back, wedged against the mattress.
    She wriggled against him. “You’re always holding my hands down. Don’t tell me, you have a thing for bondage?” she teased as she tried to escape his grip.
    When he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking sharply against hers in response, she stilled and met his gaze. “Um…do you? Because if that’s what you’re into, we can uh…”
    Keeping her wrists in place with one hand, he clapped the other over her mouth in exasperation. “Don't you dare finish that sentence.”
    Her body stopped squirming finally but there were still the equivalent of floating cartoon question marks in her eyes.
    She was going to be the death of him.
    “Have I fantasized about bondage?” he rumbled, his voice straining at the seams. “Of course. What guy wouldn’t want a woman at his sexual mercy for a change?” He let out another silent oath when her eyes sparked with naked, hungry curiosity. “Do I want to try it with you? Probably, one day. It’d be hot as hell. And if you don’t stop talking, that one day is going to be today—all your work deadlines bedamned. So for the love of God, stop pushing me before you sentence us to an even longer bout of hot, hard, take-you-six-ways-to-Sunday sex.”

 
     
     
    C HAPTER S EVEN
     
     
    H E DIDN’T CALL . After Brian had liquefied half her brain cells with that speech, and made it impossible for her to think of little else besides what she could do to get her sentence extended from six to seven -ways-to-Sunday sex.
    Not one call or text all week.
    She felt like an idiot.
    Clearly, he was rethinking things between them. And the thought of that filled Tessa with a bone-deep feeling of loss, which was ridiculous really because he hadn’t even been hers to lose.
    Not hers to lose.
    She repeated that mantra to herself as she picked up her ringing landline.
    “Hello?”
    “Tessa?”
    She sighed. Still not hers to lose. “Hey Abby.”
    “Tessa, I promise I’m not