The Garrisons: Cassie, Adam & Brooke: Stranded with the Tempting Stranger

She snuggled into his lap, thinking this was what she would miss the most when he left—the closeness, the chance to be held tight in a man’s arms, to be able to feel every muscle in his body, especially the weight of that body on hers. Not to mention the feel of him inside of her. Then there was his scent … it was one she would never forget. It was a manly aroma that reminded her of rain, sunshine and lots of sex.

“I spoke with Parker before we left.”

She’d heard what he said but didn’t respond. She was still thinking of lots of sex.

He tightened his arms around her as he glanced down. “Cassie?”

She tilted her head and looked up at him. “I heard you.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just reached out and softly caressed the cleft in her chin. She swallowed with his every slow, sensuous stroke. He was trying to get next to her. And it was working.

“What did he want?” she asked, forcing the words out from her constricted throat. His hand had moved from her chin and was now stroking the side of her face, the area right below her ear.

He pretended not to hear as he continued to trace a path from her ear to her neck. “Brandon?” she said, to get his attention.

“I heard you,” he answered, meeting her gaze and grinning.

She grinned back. “What did Parker want?”

“He has summoned you to the compound for Sunday dinner.”

She raised up and glanced at him with a perturbed look on her face. “He did what!”

He laughed. “I was joking. I knew you wouldn’t like the word summoned. I like getting a rise out of you.”

She eased her hands between his legs to his crotch. “I like getting a rise out of you, too. Now stop teasing and tell me what Parker wanted.”

He pulled her hand back and drew her closer into his arms. “He wants to invite you to Sunday dinner at the Garrison Estate. It’s a weekly affair for the Garrison family.”

She nodded as she thought about what he’d said. “And what about Bonita Garrison? The woman who wouldn’t care if I dropped off the face of the earth.”

Brandon inhaled deeply. “I wondered about that myself, but knowing Parker he’ll have everything under control.”

Cassie glanced up at him. “You don’t sound too convincing.”

He lowered his head. “Maybe this will help,” he breathed against her lips while his hand lifted her skirt to stroke her thigh. He then stroked his tongue across her lips the same way his hand was massaging her thigh, gently, pleasurably and methodically. And if that wasn’t enough, he inserted his tongue into her mouth and the impact shattered her nerve endings. Her lips parted on a sigh, which gave him deeper penetration, something he was good at taking advantage of. And he was doing so in a way that had her moaning from the sensations escalating through her. His exquisite tongue was doing wild and wonderful things to hers. Devouring her mouth. Deepening her desire.

“Buckle up for landing.”

He lifted his head when his pilot’s command came across the speaker. And then as if he couldn’t resist, he lowered his head and kissed her again. This time it was Cassie who pulled back and whispered against his moist lips. “I think I need to go back to my own seat.”

“Yes, you do,” he agreed, tracing his tongue around her mouth before finally releasing her from his lap.

She eased back to her seat and quickly buckled in. She lifted her head. Their gazes met. She smiled. So did he.

The thought that suddenly ran though her mind was that they hadn’t missed making love one single time since that first experience and they hadn’t gone a day without sharing a kiss, either. Those would be memories that would have to sustain her. Memories she would forever cherish.

“Cassie?”

She glanced over at him. “Yes?”

“Welcome to Miami.”

“Do you mind if I make a quick stop by my office to check on things?” Brandon asked Cassie as he drove his car down Ocean Drive. Her attention was on the happenings outside the car’s window. During this time of the day, it wasn’t unusual to spot models, vintage cars, Harleys and people on Rollerblades mixing in with the many tourists that visited South Beach.

She turned to him, smiling. The sun coming through the window seemed to place golden highlights in her hair. “No, not at all. I’m sure you want to check to make sure nothing was damaged during the storm, although from the looks of things, all this city got was plenty of rain.”

“Which seem to have grown more people,” Brandon said, chuckling. “This area gets more popular every day. Daytime is bad enough but wait until darkness falls and all the nightclubs open. South Beach becomes one big party land.”

“Umm, sounds like fun.”

He chuckled. “It is, and Adam’s nightclub is right there in the thick of things. It’s doing very well. Before you return to the Bahamas, I plan to make sure I take you out on the town one night, and Adam’s club is just one of the many places we’ll visit.”

Cassie slanted a smile over at him. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those party animals.”

He laughed. “Not anymore, but I used to be. Adam and I have a history of spending many a nights out partying and having a good time. We were intent on experiencing as much of the wilder side of life as we could. But after Dad’s death I had to buckle down and get serious when everything fell on my shoulders. I will always appreciate your father for having faith in my abilities and retaining our firm after Dad died. John didn’t have to do that, but by doing so, he gave me a chance to prove my worth.”

Cassie nodded as her smile deepened. “So you settled down, but is Adam still the party animal?”

“Not to the degree he used to be,” he said. “He’s become a very serious businessman. You’re going to like him.”

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