Who remembers the music playing in the background of this scene from RECKLESS NIGHTS IN ROME?
A few minutes later, Nico’s car purred to a halt at the back entrance of The Dower house.
He checked the time.
Stepping out of the car, the scent of warm apples, sugar and cinnamon poured across his senses.
Pure annoyance fired his blood pressure again.
So she made cakes while he suffered the agonies of hell.
The Dower House throbbed and boomed with the bass of a pop song.
Nico lifted his hand to knock the door and then shrugged.
She’d never hear him over the racket.
Ignoring the little voice that told him he was invading her privacy, he tried the handle and opened the door.
Strolling into the house, he cocked his head.
It appeared Bronte was singing.
Then he thought again.
That noise could never be called singing, more like howling or screeching.
And he winced as she let out an endless shriek that didn’t quite make a long top note.
Nico stepped into the kitchen and every particle of angry frustration drained away.
He couldn’t help the big grin that split his face.
Blissfully oblivious she had an audience to her hips bumping and grinding to Rihanna’s big hit, Bronte stripped off her top, swung it around her head and tossed it.
The sweater sailed high through the air to land at Nico’s feet.
Without taking his eyes from her, he picked it up.
Absently, he rubbed the soft wool between his fingers. Absorbing the warmth from her body and inhaling her scent.
She wore black fitness pants slung low, low on her hips and a short skinny vest.
No bra and bare feet.
Still cheerfully unaware of his presence behind her, Bronte continued to sing her heart out as she shook her booty.
Blonde hair, piled in an incredibly sexy knot on top of head, accentuated a long and delicate neck. Her ears, small and perfect, hugged her scalp.
Nico had to laugh when he spotted a black sock over the kettle and another in the middle of the fruit bowl. Rihanna blasted through the speakers telling everyone to please don’t stop the music.
Please don’t, Nico begged, leaning his shoulder against the door frame to relax and enjoy the show. Guilt that he was witnessing something terribly private dug him hard in the ribs, but Nico ignored it.
He wouldn’t have missed this for the world.
God knew she couldn’t sing but the girl had moves.
Skipping to a fridge, her tight little bottom wiggled in perfect time to the beat and Nico bit down hard on a knuckle.
With a bottle of water as a microphone the fabulous Ms. Ludlow step-touched with a sexy swing of her hips, shook her booty and strutted her stuff.
Spinning round he saw her eyes were closed and that stunning face was flushed with exertion.
She opened her eyes and saw him.
And those fabulous eyes bugged right out of her head.
Jogging frantically on the spot, Bronte Ludlow screamed her lungs out.
Pure reflex had Nico catch the bottle of water that almost beaned him between the eyes.
The girl was on him like a wildcat. He was a big man who knew how to handle himself. Bronte was no match for him. The shock that she’d even think to attack him in the first place made him laugh out loud. A big mistake, he realized, when she growled in his ear. A growl that only made him laugh harder. A flying fist caught him on the chin as she clung like a limpet to his back. An arm locked around his neck in a tight strangle hold. Endless legs wound around his waist like a vice.
“Cristo, Bronte, stop.”
Roaring with laughter, Nico couldn’t catch his breath.
His eyes watered when Bronte did her level best to rip his hair out of his scalp.
When her teeth sank into his shoulder, he yelled,
“Okay, that is it!”
“How dare you come into my home without warning?” she yelled in his ear. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
She made a determined effort to twist his earlobe off and he’d had enough.
Nico landed back against a wall.
And he heard Bronte’s breath whoosh from her lungs.
He spun, pinned her arms above her head and pressed his body against hers.
Her powerful knee thrust missed unmanning him by a whisker.
Panting now, her eyes spat green fire into his.
The feel of her struggling under him sent blood racing to his shaft.
And he knew he was in big trouble.
Her breath was panting into his mouth as she went utterly still and those green eyes grew wary now.
She trembled and not just from fury.
“Let me go,” she panted. “I mean it.”
Her voice was high as her breath heaved in short bursts and he couldn’t take his eyes from her mouth. Her heart bucked against his and the scent of her shampoo and pure Bronte made his mouth water. A pink tongue licked her top lip and Nico knew he desperately wanted, needed, to taste, to take.
A soft whimper made him look into her eyes and what he saw there, arousal battling with alarm, made him stop.
He’d already taken a misstep with her last night and he wasn’t going to take another with her today.
Chest heaving, Nico released her and stepped back, palms up in a gesture of peace.
Ah, those were the days!
I’m deep in the middle of BREAK THE RULES AND NO RULES.
They’re all coming together!