Broken Promises (The Brianna Lane Series) Read Free Page B

to the song you were singing?” he asked gently, trying to disguise the smile in his voice. He lifted the towel and tenderly touched my skin. “My guess is dancing in the shower. Must have been some move.” He lifted my hand and held the towel to my back himself.
    This was the problem with being in love with someone as observant as Quinn, he knew me—well enough that he’d guessed what I’d been doing.
    I mumbled into the pillow, hoping my attempted answer would satisfy him. There was a pause, but deep down I knew it wouldn’t. “Fine, I was dancing in the shower again,” I replied, pulling the cushion away from my face and replacing it with my hand. “I put a little too much bump in my grind. One thing led to another and then you found me.”
    I groaned again, this time more from embarrassment than pain and was answered with silence. I peered at him and saw a huge smile on his face.
    “What?” I asked. He had this look in his eye and I couldn’t resist cupping his face. I loved touching his jawline late in the day, my fingers rubbing softly over the stubble on his cheeks.
    He grabbed my hand and turned it so he could graze my palm with his mouth. His breath tickled my skin—his lips brushing back and forth as he quickly kissed me once more.
    “I love you, Bri, even when you’re clumsy.” He chuckled faintly as he leaned in, his brown eyes soft and voice slightly serious. He kissed my mouth this time and as he pulled away, his fingers trailed through my hair. “What am I going to do with you?”
    If he’d been paying attention, he would’ve seen the move coming from a mile away. It wasn’t often I could get one up on him so when an opportunity presented itself, I knew I had to take it.
    Ignoring the throbbing pain, I flipped him onto his back and then threw myself on top of him. I looked down with a triumphant look as I straddled his body.
    “Clumsy, huh?” I questioned, tilting close enough to take his bottom lip between my teeth and tug gently. A sense of empowerment washed over me, and when I finally released him, I couldn’t help but smirk.
    “Let me see . . . since you love it so much, maybe I should show you step by step what happened in the shower.” I pretended I was deep in thought before glancing at him. He lay watching with an amused smile as his fingers reached under my shirt and caressed the skin at my waist. His touch sent a tingling flare through my body, heightening my awareness of him.
    I grabbed his hands and placed them beside his head, giving it an extra push to show him this was where I wanted them to stay.
    “Now keep still,” I gently scolded. “If you don't, I’m going to get distracted, and I’ll never be able to show you. Now, where were we?” I settled on his hips, enjoying myself. Feigning a puzzled expression, my eyes widened as I continued. “Oh, I remember. I was about to reenact the shower scene. Are you ready?”
    His only answer was a brief nod as he moved into a more comfortable position. Just that small movement created friction and my mouth went dry for a moment. If I didn’t keep focused, I wouldn’t be able to continue this fun—the craving I had for him slowly building.
    “I think it began when I did this.” With my weight pressed down on his body, I gyrated and a small grunt escaped his lips. I smiled with satisfaction, enjoying the look of surprise on his face as I continued. “Next I did something that looked a lot like . . .” I rotated my hips in a tight circle. “Or maybe it was this?” I smirked, shaking my head in mock confusion. I swiveled the other way, wiggling in his lap for extra emphasis. “No, it was definitely this.”
    Repeating the first motion, he groaned out my name and reached to pull me closer. I could feel how aroused he was, but I wasn’t completely done yet. I leaned forward and pushed his hands by his head again, softly rebuking his impatience. Satisfied he’d obey, I continued.
    “I kind of did this move then where