On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,2

really was bored by the empty relationships. Moreover, it might not be such a bad thing to swap sweet for a little bit of stubbornness in bed. In fact, it might be an outstanding thing. Braden eyed her generous cleavage and his skin prickled, growing hot at the thought of taking one of those perfect breasts into his mouth, turning that willful glint in her stunning eyes soft with need as he sucked and played with her nipples.

Braden shifted again, realizing that fantasy couldn’t come true considering he had a girlfriend and he wouldn’t cheat on her, no matter how casual their relationship was.

Bugger.

The timing was shit.

Well, Braden couldn’t have the stranger but he could enjoy this moment with her. He wanted to hear her talk again. “What do you do now that you’ve graduated?”

She shot him a look out of the corner of her eyes and he recognized the measured aloofness in them. “What do you do? I mean, when you’re not manhandling women into cabs?”

He smirked inwardly. “What do you think I do?”

“I’m thinking lawyer. Answering questions with questions, manhandling…”

“I’m not a lawyer. But you could be. I seemed to recall a question answered with a question. And that,” he gestured to her full mouth, wondering how she’d taste, “that’s a definite smirk.” His voice was thick with the sexual curiosity and he knew she heard it because her eyes flared.

Yeah, she definitely felt the heat too and the air in the taxi grew heavy with tension—undeniable and incredible electricity that suggested sex between us could be off the charts combustible. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this kind of heady anticipation.

As shitty as it made him, Braden cursed the existence of Holly as his girlfriend.

It was maybe time to start winding things down between them.

The American abruptly snapped her gaze away and she leaned her body away from his as she stared out at the passing traffic. As Braden watched her attempt to create a distance between them utilizing silence, his eyes caressed the sharp sweep of her jawline and the smoothness of her olive skin. She had a great skin. Skin that told of her age, and it suddenly occurred to him that the American was quite young, probably ages with Ellie by the looks of it. She looked suddenly unsure.

Was her earlier confidence a blip?

Braden was confused by her mixed signals. One second she’d seemed attractively self-possessed. Now she seemed uncomfortable and inexperienced.

It should have put him off.

It didn’t.

“Are you shy?” He asked trying not to sound like a condescending prick and probably failing.

She turned to him with a bemused smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. There was something in her gaze Braden couldn’t put his finger on. Something… melancholy. “Excuse me?” She asked, drawing him out of his strange musings.

Her tone suggested shyness wasn’t her problem, and Braden searched her gaze for the darkness he’d seen only seconds ago. It appeared to be gone, her expression carefully composed. She wasn’t as easy to read as he’d first thought, and he found he liked that. Wanting to see if he could find that sadness again, if only to assure himself he had imagined it, Braden repeated the question. “Are you shy?”

He knew the answer. She was something, but it wasn’t shy.

“Why would you think that?” She frowned, her expression giving little away, other than mild irritation.

Braden had the sudden urge to discomfort her. To ruffle her well-placed feathers and break through those well-guarded defenses of hers. “Most women would be taking advantage of my imprisonment in the taxi with them—chew my ear off, shove their phone number in my face… as well as other things.” His eyes instantly located those magnificent tits of hers, letting her know he thought they were well worth his attention.

Not knowing what reaction to expect from his blatant perusal, Braden was charmed to find her grinning at him. Fuck. Her smile hit him like a punch in the solar plexus. She had one helluva sweet smile, completely at odds with the cynical glint in her eyes.

He’d made her smile. Braden was somewhat taken aback by how much that pleased him. He’d only just met this woman.

“Wow, you really think a lot of yourself.”

He grinned. “I’m just speaking from experience.”

“Well, I’m not the kind of girl who hands out her number to a guy she just met.”

Even though Braden couldn’t ask for her number, he was disappointed by her answer. He’d begun building an idea of who she