Turn Up The Heat: Love Won't Wait / Beach House Beginnings / Strong Enough to Love

“Like I said, you look at me, talk to me, or God forbid you smile, and I react like that testosterone-ridden sixteen-year-old kid again seeing my first naked female. That’s not something I’m used to.”

She studied him. “Later, I’d like to hear more about your first experience. But for now—”

“For now, you need to understand that I also worried about you getting hung up on me.”

“What?”

“If you get too involved, I might break your heart. You’re so damn sweet, Merrily. I really don’t want to put you through that.”

It was almost comical, the sweeping emotions passing over her features—emotions that ended in righteous indignation. Intent on freeing herself from his embrace, she gave him a shove, but Brick held on to her, and when he started laughing, he thought she’d slug him.

“Settle down, okay? I already know I’m an ass.” He caught her hands and held them behind her back. “Surely you see my dilemma, sweet Merrily.”

“No!”

He laughed again. “I’m always up-front with women. I don’t want anyone getting ideas. I like my life the way it is. Sex is just that—sex. Not a commitment.”

“Don’t drive it into the ground, Brick. I get it already.”

He gave her a laughing smooch on her pinched mouth. “The idea of your virginity has been both a lure and a concern.”

“Oh, my God. You are so conceited!”

“I know.” He nuzzled her in closer, kissing her ear, that special place where her throat met her shoulder. “But I swear, when it comes to sex, I have good reason.”

She went still, then soft in his arms. “Lacking in modesty, too.”

Yet she sounded intrigued. He hid his smile against her cheek. “So here’s what I propose.”

She groaned.

“No, not a marriage proposal, so stop all the melodrama.” Brick couldn’t remember ever being mired in such a powerful combo of lust and humor. It was unique.

She was unique.

He carried her hands back up to his neck and slid his hands down to the small of her back. “For now, why don’t I make a strategic retreat? You can have the night to think about things, to decide if you still want me—and if so, I promise you won’t regret it. But go into it with your eyes wide open.”

“Meaning sex and only sex?”

“Sex and conversation and a few laughs. Some good times.” He wanted all that because he didn’t want her to have regrets. “I’ll make it good for you, Merrily. Better than good. You have my word.” Then he rethought that and added, “Well, maybe not the first time. I have a feeling that once I get your panties off, it’s going to be a very close thing.”

Her mouth fell open, then snapped shut as her face went up in flames.

He remained serious. He wanted her to believe him. “After that, every time after that, count on loving it. And that’s not an idle brag, okay? I do know what I’m doing.”

The heat extended into her gaze. Her lips parted. She nodded. “Okay.”

Pretty sure he’d already won her over, Brick added, “But understand that I’m not the type to settle down anytime soon.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

She nodded. “My life has recently taken a dramatic change. I want to live for a while without serious restrictions—and you already said you’re possessive, so you would certainly be a restriction.”

“Yeah, probably.” He knew himself well enough to know that once he fell in love, he’d probably be nearly unbearable. Luckily, he had no intentions of falling in love, and she didn’t want that anyway. Did she? “You’re okay with that?”

She nodded. “Once I no longer have that stupid badge of innocence, I won’t have to worry what motivates other guys.”

Other guys. His good mood slipped. “You’re planning ahead, are you?”

“Absolutely.”

Damn. He felt...insulted. Hearing her talk about a new life that didn’t involve him sort of burned his ass. He hadn’t had her yet, so he damn straight didn’t want to think about some future bozo getting down and dirty with her.

“So.” She smoothed a small hand over his chest. “What do we do now?”

“I’ll come by tomorrow with Jesse and we’ll switch out the doors.” Jesse’s help wasn’t necessary, but hey, he had a pleasant surprise for his friend and couldn’t wait to share it with him. “Sunday I can put in the pet opening. After that, you and I can get busy.”

“You’re talking two days from now?”

She sounded as forlorn as he felt over the wait. But he had to be fair to her even if it killed him. And waiting until Sunday meant she’d then have the whole day free—which meant he’d have all day to really enjoy himself.

“Two days of kissing, maybe a little touching—” God, he’d never survive this “—getting more familiar and after that, after you’ve had plenty of time to think things over, you can decide what you want.”

With any luck, and a little persuasion on his part, she’d want him, only him, for a good long stretch of sexual indulgence.

The way he felt right now, he couldn’t accept any other outcome.

CHAPTER FOUR

MERRILY HAD NO real choice but to abide by Brick’s bizarre terms—for now.

Why would he encourage her to think it over before making a move if he really wanted her as badly as he claimed? Her only conclusion was that he didn’t. She doubted that he’d find sex with her to be a hardship, but all that nonsense about her testing his control? Just that: nonsense.

Seemed to her he had too much control. For sure, far more than she had.

Swallowing back her complaints, she walked him to the front door. Like the Pied Piper, she had both dogs and all three cats following along.

It was pretty nice how Brick accepted them all. He stepped over and around pet toys, picked up a floating tuft of cat fur to throw away and gave attention to each animal before focusing that awesome gaze on her.

She gulped in rising need. “It’s not going to be easy, Brick.”

“Waiting?” Expression warm and big hands gentle, he cupped her face. “You’re preaching to the choir on that one, honey.”

Merrily stared up at him. He was so tall, so broad-shouldered and muscular and sexy. She swayed toward him. “Then maybe—”

He kissed her.