Chapter 42

Livia sighed as she returned to him, dropping her haul on the table with a crease between her furrowed brows.

"This was all I could find. I can’t believe you don’t have a first-aid kit," she scolded, waving toward the meager supplies she’d pulled together.

Her concern for his brother warmed Rhye, even while his cock hardened further from the fresh wave of her scent that followed when she brushed closer.

The reminder of how good she’d felt against him when they’d danced, of how incredibly sexy she’d sounded as he’d muffled her cries of ecstasy when she’d come for him, only increased the uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

This isn’t the time to get turned on. He thought to himself.

Too bad Rhye's better sense fled the room. He was pretty sure Joseph would tease him later. After all, the man had been raising his brows at them as if they were obscure paintings that needed to be understood by some talented artist. Because Livia was still here in their loft, it o