Betting On The Wrong Brother by Cathryn Fox
Release Date: February 8, 2016
Series: What Happens in Vegas #12
He may be at a romance readers’ convention, but a naked woman in the elevator is not what horror writer Ryan Wheeler expects. Now he can’t take his eyes off of her—and not just because he saw her naked, though her luscious curves certainly aren’t helping the matter. She’s beautiful, funny, snarky…and a complication he doesn’t need.
Running into her teen heartthrob while naked wasn’t exactly part of romance novelist Andi Palmer’s weekend plans. Worse, he doesn’t recognize her and gives her a fake name. Years ago, he shot her down in the worst possible way, and now this? It’s time for a little down-and-dirty revenge.
Ryan’s more than a little turned on by this good girl who wants to be bad. But things aren’t what they seem, and the secrets they’re keeping from one another might just end this sexy little rendezvous before it ever begins…
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Walk away, Andi. Just walk away.
She looked at the gorgeous man on the mattress, his erection straining against his boxer shorts and beckoning her touch. A thrill raced through her. She had him exactly where she wanted him. Now all she had to do was turn around and walk out the door.
So why wasn’t she leaving?
He crooked his finger, the gleam in his eyes exciting…frightening. A shiver of want wracked her body, and a little moan caught in her throat. There was something undeniably raw, almost primal about him as he beckoned her closer. Big hands pushed his mussed hair from his forehead, the move making him looked rugged, irresistible.
Her heart fluttered. Maybe she’d bitten off more than she could chew. Common sense dictated that she’d accomplished her mission and it was time to go, but need overshadowed sensibility so instead she stood still, her entire body burning as she visualized herself under that hard torso, exploring the sparks between them.
Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t fight her attraction to him. She wanted him today every bit as much as she did all those years ago. But her plan was to entice him and then take him down, not to fall into bed with him, no matter how appealing that sounded. Her thoughts whirled, and she couldn’t seem to move, to force herself to hightail it out of there. All she could think of was the ache inside her, and how Ryan could satiate it.
Leave, Andi. Pick up your damn feet and walk to the door.
She blew her hair off her face, willing her body to move, but Ryan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him, calling her bluff and complicating her mission. He rolled until she was under him, then gripped both of her hands in one of his and pinned them above her head. A gasp caught in her throat as he took control from her.
She should put a stop to this. She needed to put a stop to this before she got in too deep again, but God, it felt good to be caged between his hard body and the soft mattress. His eyes never left hers as he shifted his weight, his thumb sliding under her bra strap.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asked, his eyes focused on her mouth.
He ran his knuckles along the strap, going from the outer edge of her breast to her shoulder and back again. Pleasure like she’d never before experienced hit, and he’d barely even touched her yet. What would it be like if she stayed in this bed, let him caress her stomach, her legs, the needy spot between her thighs? She could stay and take what the boy of her dreams denied to her all those years ago.
“Ry—” she began, but her words were lost on a moan the second his lips closed over hers. He tasted like mint and rum, and long hot nights of sexual satisfaction. Her body burned as his tongue slipped inside and tangled with hers. His groin bumped hers, as his kiss fueled her hunger. His lips pressed greedily, hard enough to leave his mark on her and effectively shut down her brain. A whimper escaped her lips and suddenly all she could think about was this man and what he was doing to her.
He broke the kiss, and his mouth curved as his glance met hers. He brushed his thumbs over one nipple, the rasp of lace caressing her sensitive flesh and sending warm shivers straight to her core.
“Such a bad, bad girl, coming into my room and tormenting me with this sexy lace number.” The smile fell from his mouth, his eyes darkening with hunger. “Look at you now, though. Completely at my mercy.” His lips crashed down on hers again and he devoured her mouth like a man who knew what he wanted, and planned to take it. As his tongue slashed against the side of her mouth, demanding she give him everything, her nipples tingled, and her sex moistened—all from a kiss. Good God, no man had ever done that to her before. His hand went to her thigh, and he ran it up, tracing her curves, and hips, going higher until her reached her breasts. He fingered the slip of material.
“In case you didn’t know. Black lace is my favorite. The second I saw you in it, you were done for, sweetheart.” He pushed his cock against her thigh. “I let you have your fun, but this is my room, my rules. Now we’re doing things my way.”
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her
kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.