The earnest expression on Brice’s face was adorable, although not nearly as much fun as when he’d first come through the door and looked at her like he wanted to run his tongue over every inch of her exposed body… and like he planned on making sure all of it was exposed.
Still standing in the doorway, Brice looked uncertain—and like he might bolt at any second. Normally that wouldn’t be flattering, but since he had a massive bulge at the front of his pants, lust in his eyes, and she knew that he was trying to stick to the timeline he’d been given, it was actually very flattering. He thought he might have to run away because he couldn’t resist her.
She liked that.
If he ran, her honey badger was definitely ready to run after him.
Brice frowned down at her, starting to look kind of suspicious. “Brady and Brock said waiting till the third date before sex proves that I’m serious about you… is this your way of saying you’re not serious about me? Or is this a test to see if I’m actually serious?”
One thing about the Bunsons, they were very direct, with none of the games people sometimes like to play. It occurred to Rana that she probably could have just asked Brice at any time why he’d stopped kissing her and he would have told her. Noted. Now she knew for next time.
“Brice, you told me I’m you’re mate, passed the honey-badger-honey-pot test, braved breakfast with my cousins, and let my honey badger ride your bunny like a horse—twice. Exactly what makes you think that I wouldn’t think you’re serious?”
He opened his mouth. Closed his mouth. His forehead wrinkled. Then he gave her a look. “The fact that you’re trying to trick me into sex before the third date?”
That shouldn’t be cute, but it was. She was beginning to realize that was Brice though—confidence, charm, a take-charge attitude, and a big dose of adorable all rolled up together in one irresistible bundle.
Rana stood. He rocked slightly, like he was about to take a step back, but had stopped himself. Her honey badger churred, softly, as if trying to soothe him even though he couldn’t hear it.
“Okay, so sex is off the table,” she said, smiling amiably as she sauntered forward. His eyes dropped to her breasts and then jerked back up to her face. Rana let her gaze fall down to his tightly fitted black t-shirt and the baggy black cargo pants that made up the uniform of all of Steele’s soldiers when they were on duty. It was a sexy look and it looked particularly good on Brice. “What about kissing?”
Brice audibly swallowed as she reached him, coming to a halt a few inches away from him and tilting her head back to look at him with a seductive expression. She parted her lips slightly, as if waiting for his kiss.
“Kissing is fine.”
“What about… touching?” She trailed her fingers over his chest, felt his breath stutter, and ran them down over his stomach, pulling away just before she reached the waistband of his pants. The air seemed to sizzle around them, the tension thick enough to cut, and Brice’s breaths were short and sharp as he struggled with his control. Her own breathing was shallower and faster than normal, she could feel what was inevitably coming, she was just waiting to see how long he could hold out.
“Fuck… Rana…” Strong fingers clamped around her hips, dragging her body against him as his lips descended. She met his kiss eagerly, grabbing at his sides and pulling his t-shirt out from where it was tucked in, opening her mouth for his tongue. He groaned as he practically devoured her, his hands sliding over her bare skin, caressing her like he was trying to touch every inch of her.