Free The Strength to Fall (McKinnon Brothers Book 1) by D.M. Chisolm Page A

dad is very respected by the board so if they give him grief over letting his son move in here, trust me, they won’t let you move your furniture before Tuesday.”
                  “How did Aunt Claire get them to agree to her moving in then?”
                  Ozias was silent. I raised my eyebrows to indicate I was waiting for his answer.
                  “I’m not certain but I imagine my dad gave her a referral.”
                  “You just said your dad doesn’t have that much pull with the board.”
                  “He doesn’t. They are quite firm about their rules but they do like donations too. Claire never said but I think she donated money for the greenhouse on the roof. It’s small but very unique to our building. She loved being in there. She planted all kinds of flowers. There is a man that comes weekly to maintain it but she’s the only resident I know that had permission to plant flowers.
                  “I didn’t know she did that. I’m learning I didn’t know the majority of what she did. I was quite shocked when her lawyer contacted me about her will. It’s still surreal to me that I own a co-op in a big. I was planning to just sell it but the first time I visited, I knew I needed to try living here. So I’m going to give it a year and if I hate it or am too homesick I’ll sell it.”
                  Ozias looked sad about my statement. “Well, I have to convince you to stay then.” He walked towards me from where he was standing by the windows and sat beside me. “Put your feet in my lap. Massage is good for sprains. I’ll be gentle.” He gently took my feet, removed my flip flops and placed my feet in his lap. The minute he started massaging my ankle, I felt so relaxed, just like last night. Last night! Better fight to stay awake this time but my lids were getting heavy. With the sound of the rain and the relaxing feeling of Ozias’ touch I gave up the fight and drifted off to sleep.
                  Warm arms are wrapped around me and I push my butt further back to snuggle even closer. I sigh and feel so comfortable. I take the strong arm draped over me and pull it closer to my breast pressing it slightly. My stomach tightens and I squirm a little, feeling aroused. I start to roll over slowly and I smell a clean, crisp scent, strictly male. My lips brush skin and by reflex I kiss the warm area. That’s when my eyes flew open and I realized Ozias’ arms are wrapped around me and we are asleep on his wide leather couch. My kiss on the v of his neck exposed by his blue t-shirt, roused him from sleep. He opened his eyes and stared straight into mine. There was a spark in the air and before I could talk myself out of it I leaned in. He took the opportunity and our lips collided, soft at first but then with an intensity. I grabbed the back of his neck and twirled my fingers through his hair pulling him closer. He moaned into my mouth exploring with his tongue, a little wildly like a first kiss. He tasted sweet and a little salty, perfect. He gently moved me to my back and was now above me. He broke the kiss just long enough for us both to take a breath then he lightly traced my lips with his tongue. I was aware of his body to my side and when he tried to move over me I panicked about my ankle getting hit, so I gasped slightly and pushed on his chest a little. I could feel his heart beating wildly, as was mine. He pulled up to look at me questionably.
                  “Am I doing it wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asked shyly.
                  “What? No. I was just nervous about my ankle. What do you mean are you doing it wrong? Do you kiss every girl a different way?” His question confused me.
                  He was slow to answer. “No, I’ve never kissed any other girls before.” I stared at him with huge eyes and my mouth hung open. I guess he