My Sister's Boyfriend (The Trouble With Twins 1) (11 page)

Lightning sizzled across the sky, and a boisterous boom of thunder answered him.

Laughing, she reached over and gave him a teasing punch. "Now you've done it, you've really pissed off Mother Nature. It's coming down harder than ever."

He rolled up the window and grinned. "I see that. Thanks for the advice, Sport."

"Not to mention that you're all wet again and still stuck with the crazy woman."

"You I can deal with." He shook his head like a dog, sending the spray in her direction.

Together, the two of them laughed, and the atmosphere in the car eased into pleasant companionship.

"Do you feel better?" she asked, wiping the water from her face.

"Of course I feel better. Though I did let you goad me into doing something silly. The next time I'm stuck in the rain, I'll roll down the window and start yelling."

"I wouldn't recommend doing that when other people are around. They might move you from pediatrics to psychiatry. Only you'd be on the wrong end of a stethoscope."

He grinned. "I never cared much for psychiatry. Made me see things about the people I love that I really didn't want to know."

Stunned, she stared at him, at his small revelation. He’d mentioned his father's multiple marriages, but she'd never considered what a doctor would learn or see about the people he knew and loved from a psych rotation.

For a moment they sat in silence, listening to the steady pitter-patter of the rain as it bounced off the top of the car.

A shudder went through her as the damp air left her clothes clinging to her, wet and chilled. She shivered.

"Damn, you're just as cold as I am." He reached out, grabbed her by the arm, and hauled her over to his side of the car. He started to wrap her in the blanket with him. "Wait, let me take off my shirt so I don't get you soaking wet."

She watched him unbutton and remove his shirt, leaving on the undershirt he wore beneath his scrubs. Each breath she took seemed shallow, and her pulse rate quickened. All alone in the backseat of her car, wrapped in a blanket with nothing to occupy them for the next few hours…

Gee, what could they do?

She took a deep breath, and the masculine scent of Brent filled her nostrils and rattled her senses even further. If she were serious about seducing him, now suddenly seemed a good opportunity. After all, the tow truck could be hours from arriving.

"The operating room is so cold that I wear a cotton T-shirt under my scrubs," he said, dropping the shirt to the floorboard.

“I didn’t know you were also a surgeon,” she said, surprised at this information.

“I’m not, but if it’s my patient and the case warrants it, I scrub in and observe.”

He pulled her into his arms and wrapped the blanket around them. Heat enveloped Jennifer, invading her with warmth that surged through her veins, making it difficult to think about anything other than the fact that Brent's arms enclosed her.

Her shivers radiated into something more frightening, more nerve-racking, more sensual.

It had been longer than forever since she'd seduced a man. In fact she couldn't remember ever using her womanly wiles to bring a man to her bed. So what was the first step in seduction?

"Ah, I haven't cuddled with a man in the backseat of a car in a long, long time," she said, her mind trying to focus on the blanket and not the heady feel of Brent's very muscular chest fitting snug against her back.

"Hmm," he said, his face nestled in her hair, his breathing touching her neck in places that made her tingle. "Me neither."

He smelled of rain and a unique male scent that had her breathing faster and deeper. "Maybe I should turn the car on, and we could use the heater. Maybe that would be better."

She didn't want to move for fear that she'd never experience this pleasure again, and right now, she felt very good snuggled beneath the blanket with him. Only the feel of his lips against hers could make the moment any better.

"No," he said holding her tighter against him. "Uses too much fuel, and besides, I’m getting warmer already."

She frowned as she felt his hand caress her arm in a warming gesture. Yes, she'd been cold, but now she felt on fire. “Me too.”

She turned to the side and tilted her head up to gaze into his eyes and felt like she was strapped to a moon rocket. The heat that blazed in his stare had nothing to do with the weather. No, a sexual firestorm raged in that one glance scorching her. The boosters were being lit and soon she'd be headed to the stars via Dr. Brent Moulton.

A lightning bolt hit a nearby tree, sending sparks flying into the sky. Thunder rumbled. Her eyes remained locked with his as she watched him struggle against the desire that surrounded them.

"That was close," she whispered, certain those sparks must be the result of the heat they generated. The air felt charged with more currents than a utility company.

"Too close to resist," he said, his head coming down to meet her mouth.

He was going to kiss her, and she thought she'd die before his lips reached hers.

Warm and soft, his lips captured her mouth, savoring her with an urgency that left her craving more. She ached with the need to be closer to him. She reached up and put her hand behind his neck and pulled him down, nearer to her. The motion sent them tumbling backward onto the seat with her stretched out beneath him. Their lips were still locked together as he melded his mouth to hers.

The need to feel his strong, powerful body adhered against her own had her stretching out fully beneath him, her heels smacking the back door. She felt his erection, rock solid and hard, pressing into the junction of her thighs, and she arched her back, aching with hunger for him. Passion overwhelmed her, and she opened her mouth to experience his tantalizing tongue, wanting to devour him.

God, had it felt this good at seventeen? No wonder she'd lost herself in his embrace that night. His touch had her body throbbing with need. It felt so right that the storm outside receded and the only sound she heard were the moans that came from deep inside her.

He cupped her face, caressing her temples as her hands tangled in his hair. They broke apart, both gasping for air, but his lips never left her body as they moved down her face, her neck.

"I knew it would be this way between us," he whispered against her ear, his breath tickling her. "You're dangerous."

Knowing that he wanted her, not her sister, dulled all the warnings in her mind to a soft whisper and fired her hormones. She wanted this experience.

She pulled his mouth back to hers, and his hands moved down her shoulder to her waist. He slipped his hand beneath her silk blouse and pushed aside her satin bra. She wanted to help him reach her breasts, but was unwilling to give up his tempting mouth.

He cupped her breast in his hand, and fire consumed her. This was crazy, perilous, and yet she didn't care. The feel of his hands on her breasts, the anticipation of his mouth on her nipples wrought complete havoc with her sensibilities. And when he gently pinched her sensitive nipple, shockwaves of pleasure jolted her.

Her memories didn't compare to the real flesh and blood Brent. No, this was better. They were adults who both wanted the same thing, and nothing could deter her from getting what she needed to help rid her of the desire she'd hidden all these years.

With her hand she sought and found his arousal, thick and hard between them. She fumbled with his belt buckle until he quickly unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper. She reached inside his boxers and wrapped her hands around the length of him, squeezing him tight.

"Oh, God," he gasped, his mouth leaving her lips to fasten around the erect bud of her nipple.

While his mouth lavished attention on her breasts, he pushed up her skirt. Searching between her legs, he found the elastic of her tiny thong panties and eased his finger inside. One stroke of his fingers over her damp, heated flesh sent her back arching toward him. On fire for him, she wanted him now. Though she'd never intended to seduce him in the backseat of a car again, she suddenly didn't care where they made love just as long as it was in the next two minutes.

A pounding noise seeped into her desire-fogged brain, and she released his lips just as a light swept through the car.

"Texas Highway Patrol,” a deep voice commanded. “Step out of the car."

Chapter Seven

Brent didn't think that tonight could get any worse. First his car, and now he'd been caught almost
in flagrante delicto
by the Texas Highway Patrol. Another five minutes and he would have been deep inside Jennifer Riley. And nothing could have stopped him once he felt her sweetness surrounding him.

Thank God the patrolman was an old high school football buddy, or they could have found themselves being taken directly to jail without passing go.

"Brent, next time get a hotel room, not the back seat of a car along a highway," he warned.

"I understand, George. I promise it won't happen again. Things got out of hand while we waited for the tow truck."

The state trooper raised his brows. "You're not kids anymore."

Brent rubbed the back of his neck, feeling foolish. "Yeah, I know."

"The tow truck driver is hooking up your car now, so I'm going to leave just as soon as I tell Miss Riley she's free to go," he said, standing alongside the shoulder of the road in the drizzle.

Brent sighed. "Why don't you let me tell her? I think she's a little embarrassed by tonight's events."

The trooper couldn't help but smile. "You're right. Take care, man, and remember we're going to look for you at some of the high school football games this fall."

"I'll be there," Brent promised, knowing he had to show up.

A slow, steady rain soaked him to the bone, but he needed the dampness to cool his overheated body and clear his desire-fuddled brain. God, he'd forgotten everything but the feel of Jennifer in his arms. He wouldn't have minded finishing what they'd started, but alongside Highway 67 was not his ideal spot for a romantic interlude.

Any staff member from the hospital could have come along and found them.

He watched the state trooper get in his car and pull out onto the highway. Thank God he'd known George. Returning to one’s hometown had its advantages.

The tow truck driver was still loading his car as Brent walked over to Jennifer. She sat in the front seat, her hair rumpled, leaning her head back against the headrest.

When he approached, she rolled down the window. "He left. Is everything all right?"

"That was George Russell, the lead running back the two years I played quarterback at Tyler High." Brent sighed. "Thank God he remembered me, or we'd be on our way to jail right now. He gave us a warning to get a hotel room next time."

She covered her face with her hands. "Oh my God, to think we were almost arrested for public…" she laughed nervously, "at our age."

"Look, I think I'm going to ride over to the garage with the tow truck driver to make sure that the car gets to the dealer. Will you be okay?"

"I'm fine. A little shaken, but fine."

"I can get a ride home from the dealership," he said, needing to put some space between the two of them to let his overheated body cool and his brain clear.

For a brief span of time, the only thing that existed had been the woman in his arms. He needed time to figure out how he could finish what he started with Jennifer without her knowing about his high school episode with Julia. Of course that was assuming Julia hadn't already informed her. But what if she didn't know?

This situation could become way too complicated if the two sisters sat down and compared notes. What do he mean if? They probably had already. Though why would Jennifer be here with him now if she knew about her sister?

"Okay," she said, her expression puzzled. "I think I'll go home and soak in the tub for a while."

The thought of her wet and naked in a bathtub returned his thoughts to the backseat of her Grand Prix and triggered even more visceral reactions in his body. Even now, leaning in the window, he could smell the soft flowery scent she wore, remember the feel of her skin and the taste of her lips.

God, he wanted nothing more than to crawl back inside that car and finish what they'd started.

Stop!

Jennifer Riley was at the top of his way-too-eligible list of women. He couldn’t afford to forget what marriage had done to his family.

"Look, I need to go. The tow truck driver is almost finished. I'll see you tomorrow."

She gazed at him, her big blue eyes shadowed with a hurt expression, and Brent didn't know how to respond. The urge to run overwhelmed him, yet her hurt expression tugged at his heart.

He turned and walked away, feeling like a heel for escaping, knowing it was for the best. Jennifer had just moved from a caution-light status to a full-blown red alert. Yet he wondered if even that was enough to keep him away from her, for he couldn’t deny he wanted her so bad it hurt—literally.

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Jennifer walked into the house, her favorite peach suit wrinkled, her hair tousled, and her lips swollen. She dropped her purse, threw her keys on the counter, and went straight to the freezer. She yanked open the door and pulled out the box of Fudgesicles.

Julia came into the kitchen and found her sitting at the table peeling the wrapper from the first chocolate ice cream bar. Jennifer intended to eat the whole box.

"If you want one you better grab it now, because when I get finished there won't be any left."

"Tough day?"

"The worst, considering I almost called you from jail."

"Jail?" her sister repeated. "Whatever for?"

"Public indecency with Brent Moulton."

Julia busted out laughing. "What?"

"You're not going to believe this, but we were caught damn near doing the wild thing in the backseat of my car."

Her sister leaned her head back and howled with laughter. "Talk about history repeating itself."

"Ugh…" Jennifer growled. "The backseat of a car again. I mean I wanted to seduce him, but why can't I manage a change of location?"