The Barrington Brothers. Jules Bennett

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      If Grant knew she was a virgin, he’d probably give up his quest...or he’d see her as a challenge he needed to meet.

      Dinner. He’d only said dinner. Added to that, he’d promised to keep those talented lips to himself. A part of her was disappointed that she wouldn’t feel them, but the logical side of her knew this was for the best.

      Each kiss made her yearn for...well, everything he was willing to offer, which scared the hell out of her. She’d never desired so much from one man, never considered giving in before.

      But somewhere along the way, she felt as if they’d crossed some sort of friendship line. She found him easy to talk to, and as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to spend more time with him. She really didn’t have friends outside her racing world, and Grant was refreshing...kisses and all.

      That friendship line they’d crossed held a lot of sexual tension, and Tessa worried one day all that built-up pressure would explode.

      Which was why she had to stop this roller coaster of hormones before it got too far out of control. The two different worlds they lived in would never mesh, so why even add something else to her list of worries?

      Besides the upcoming season, as if that weren’t enough stress, she really wasn’t comfortable with the new groom. When she’d mentioned this to her father, he’d waved a hand and told her she was imagining things and was probably just still skeptical because of Cassie’s ex.

      Yet the stranger had made a point not to get too far away from her and Cassie as they were cleaning stalls earlier. He’d been working hard, but still, Tessa had a gut feeling he’d been trying to listen to their conversation.

      But that was a worry for another day. Right now, she had to be on her guard for her dinner “not date.”

      Tessa hopped in her Jeep and made the short trip back to Stony Ridge Acres, her heart beating a bit faster. Why was she getting so worked up? This was dinner. They had to eat, and were just doing it together.

      When she pulled up in front of his cottage, he’d turned on the porch lights. The sun was at the horizon, but in no time it would be dark.

      Before she could knock on the door, Grant swung it open and...

      Tessa laughed. “What are you wearing?”

      Grant wiped his hand on a dishrag and glanced down. “An apron. Don’t you wear one when you cook?”

      “I thought we were going out,” she said, trying her hardest not to stare at him in that ridiculous apron, which looked like a woman wearing a grass skirt and coconut bra.

      “I never said that,” he countered, taking her hand and pulling her inside. “I said we were going to have dinner together. And I’m cooking. Besides, how can you relax if we’re in public?”

      Would’ve been a hell of a lot easier than in the lion’s den.

      Something tangy permeated the air, and Tessa’s gaze drifted toward the open kitchen. “If you’re cooking anything associated with that smell, I’m impressed.”

      Grant headed back to the kitchen, leaving her standing at the door. “It’s just barbecue chicken, but it’s my mother’s sauce recipe. I also have some baked potatoes and salad. Hope all of that is okay.”

      “My mouth is watering already.”

      He threw her a glance, his dark eyes traveling down her body. “Mine, too.”

      Tingles slid all over her, through her, and Tessa had no clue how to reply to that, so she took off her jacket and hung it on the hook beside the door. After dropping her keys in the jacket pocket, she headed to the kitchen.

      “Want me to set the table or anything?”

      “It’s done and so is the food,” he said, removing the ridiculous apron.

      Apparently, he’d taken full advantage of the very well-stocked cottage.

      In no time he’d set the food on the small round table, covered with a simple red cloth. Thankfully, he hadn’t gone to the trouble of romantic flowers or a candle. This she could handle. The sultry looks and kisses...well, she could handle them, but they left her confused and, okay, aroused.

      Tessa concentrated on her food and prayed he had no clue where her mind had wandered, though she feared her face had turned a lovely shade of red.

      Small talk during dinner eased her a bit more, and she nearly laughed at herself. Had she expected him to pounce on her when she arrived?

      Tessa picked up her empty plate and stood.

      “Leave the dishes,” he told her, reaching across to place his hand on her wrist. “I’ll get them later.”

      “I can help with them now. You cooked, so at least I can help clean up.”

      “You’re my guest. I’ll get them.”

      Because she never backed down from a fight, she carried her plate to the sink. “Technically, you’re our guest, since you’re on Barrington grounds.”

      She’d just turned on the water and was rinsing the dish when Grant’s hands encircled her waist. His lips caressed her ear.

      “You’re not relaxing,” he whispered, his breath warm on her cheek, her neck, sending shivers down the entire length of her body.

      The dish slipped from her wet hands and into the sink. “I’m relaxed.” Any more and she’d be a puddle at his feet. “I just wanted to help.”

      Strong fingers slid beneath the hem of her shirt, gliding over goose bumps.

      “And I promised you a night of relaxation.”

      Did he have to whisper everything in her ear? Could the man back up a tad and let her breathe? Because if he didn’t, she feared she’d turn in his arms and take that mouth she’d promised herself never to have again.

      “Grant...”

      “Tessa,” he murmured, his lips barely brushing against her neck.

      “You promised not to kiss me.”

      Soft laughter vibrated against her back from his strong chest. “I’m not kissing you. I’m enjoying how you feel. There’s a big difference.”

      “I can’t... We can’t...” She couldn’t even think with the way his fingertips kept inching around her abdomen. “Wh-what are you doing?”

      The bottom button of her shirt came undone, and then the next. Grant splayed his hand across her taut stomach and eased her back against him. “Relaxing with you.”

      Unable to resist, Tessa allowed her head to fall back against his shoulder, her eyelids closed. Reaching behind her, she raked a hand over his stubbled jaw. The roughness beneath her palm aroused her even more. Grant was all male, all powerful, and yet so tender.

      When had a man held her in such a caring, yet passionate way? When had she allowed herself to enjoy the simple pleasures of being wanted?

      Tessa wasn’t naive. Well, physically she was, but mentally she knew Grant wanted her body. He’d told her as much, and she knew he wasn’t asking for her hand in marriage or even a committed relationship. But right now, she could be open to this moment and relish it. They were both still fully clothed, both just enjoying the other.

      As his hand inched higher, her shirt traveled up, as well. The edge of his thumb caressed the underside of her silk bra and her nipples quickly responded to the thrilling touch.

      Tessa’s breath quickened as she turned her mouth to his.

      When he didn’t respond to her kiss, she pulled back.

      “I promised,” he murmured.

      “I’m letting you out of that verbal contract.”

      Grant’s mouth slammed down onto hers,


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