Chapter 6

It seemed surreal. Until the last few minutes, Tab had never considered Wes as anything but one of Gid’s friends and, through that, a friend of hers. He’d seemed like a gentle guy with quiet strength, another big brother taking care of her—whether she needed and wanted to be protected or not.

All at once he’d transformed into a sexy man who was hot for her body and had her turned on like a five hundred-watt bulb. She ought to slow down and try to figure out what was going on, but she was just too damned sizzling.

She heard the popping sounds as the snaps of his shirt came open, the metallic clash as their belt buckles hit and grated. They writhed together on the couch, legs hanging off, entangled, boots skidding on the slick floor. Cloth ripped as something caught on her tank top until it tore free. Zippers grated down. Boots clattered to the floor. Then skin on skin, flesh on flesh, and heat to heat.

Finally.