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Ah, so she follows me. “Speaking of shagging. Did you know I don’t shag during the stretch drive?”
She angles her head, like she’s mulling that over, and I shake mine. Why the fuck would I say something like that? Oh, probably because I have sex on the brain. “Drink,” I order softly.
I watch her carefully as we clink glasses and we both take a big drink. It burns down the back of my throat, and I’m grateful for something else to feel, other than lust for the woman I’m not allowed to touch.
She cringes and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and my throat tightens. I haven’t seen her much since I’d gone to the States, and while she was always pretty, I can see that she’s become a beautiful woman with a curvy body any man would kill for. What the hell was her ex thinking? Could he not see what was right in front of him? I’m not happy he cheated on her, but I’m glad she found out. She deserves much better. She deserves a guy who’ll treat her like the goddess she is.
Goddammit, I want to be that guy.
But I can’t.
Tears start flowing again and I take her glass from her, setting it on the counter along with mine. I pull her small, quivering body to mine, and cup her chin, lifting it until our eyes meet.
“I’m really sorry, Embee,” I say, using my nickname for her. “Is there anything I can do to make this better? If there is, please tell me and I’ll do it.”
2
Ember
As Josh holds my gaze, my entire body warms. Honestly, if he knew how I wished I could answer, he probably wouldn’t be asking it. This is my brother’s best friend, and I know their bro code. Simply put, I’m off limits. I get it, which is why I’ve always tried to keep my distance from the one guy I always wanted—the guy that’s never been interested in me. Josh is a good guy, with a good heart. He and my brother go way back, and even if he was interested, I would never want to come between them.
Right now, though? With my heart a little wobbly after catching my best friend with my boyfriend, I’m a little off kilter, and everything in the way Josh is looking at me, asking what I want…I don’t know if I have the strength to keep it to myself anymore.
I realize I’m not model gorgeous like my roommate. In fact, I’m often overlooked. But Josh isn’t overlooking me right now. In fact, he’s looking at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted.
I put my hands on his shoulders, and he sucks in a breath as his muscles bunch beneath my palms. “Tonight,” I whisper quietly, as his hands tighten around my back. He angles his head, his eyes searching my face for answers.
“What about tonight, Em?” he asks quietly.
“Being with you, that would make everything better.”
His voice is a soft, agonized whisper when he backs up an inch and murmurs, “Em.”
I swallow. God, what am I doing? I don’t want him touching me because he feels sorry for me, and clearly, I’m reading him and this situation all wrong. As he stares at me, like he’s fighting an internal war with himself, I let my hands fall to my sides, and back up. “I’m sorry. I don’t know?—”
“Em,” he breathes, as he reaches out, snags my hand and pulls me back. My body collides with his, and the second the hardness between his legs hits my stomach, I gasp. His chest rises and falls quickly as his breathing changes, and I put my hands on his chest and go up on my toes.
“Josh…”
His head dips, and his lips find mine for a deep kiss that wraps around my soul and hugs tight. My God, I’ve been kissed before, but never like this. Then again, none of those guys were Josh, the man I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember. His big hands go around me, his fingers searing my skin as I move against him, tempting his growing cock with my stomach.
“Fuck, Em,” he growls into my mouth, his fingers in my hair. He grabs a fistful and tugs, opening my mouth more so he can taste the depths of me. I moan, having dreamt about this moment for so long. In fact, I wrote about it in my journal. I’m studying English literature, but my passion is romance writing. I use Josh as my inspiration for every hero I create. People will tell you a fantasy is always better than the real thing. In this situation, they’d be wrong. Kissing Josh in real life is better than all those nights I laid in bed and imagined it.
My fingers race over his body, wanting to touch every inch of him while I can. I’m certain this is a one-night thing, and I damn well plan to take advantage of it. Before I realize what’s happening, my feet leave the ground as he picks me up and walks to the bed. He sets me down on the edge and drops to his knees in front of me. His eyes are dark, and full of hunger as they travel to my chest, my black lace bra doing little to hide my arousal.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his hands going to the outer edge of my breasts, a soft caress that pulls a moan from my throat. He lightly touches me, shaping the curves of my body, a delicate exploration, like he’s discovering something precious for the very first time. “You are gorgeous.” His hands snake around my back and with a quick flick, my bra is falling off my shoulders. Dark eyes lock on my hard nipples and he cups my breasts as he leans into me, taking a bud into his hot mouth.
He moans around my nipple and the vibrations go straight through my body, teasing my arousal to new heights. “That is so good.” My words seem to do something to him. With a new sense of urgency about him, like he’s totally committing to this night, even though we both know we shouldn’t, he lightly scrapes his teeth over my flesh until pain mingles with pleasure. “God, Josh.”
Thick fingers dig into my thighs as he widens them even more, situating his big, hard body between my spread legs. My sex moistens as his hands slide up, and I’m pretty sure I no longer know how to breathe as he dips his fingers into my panties, his thumb seeking my throbbing clit. I moan and throw my head back as he rubs it with deft precision, and I move against him, rocking my body to let him know how much I love it.
His head lifts and his eyes meet mine, checking in with me. I move, letting him know I want this and more. I cup his face, and bring his lips to mine for a kiss as he slides a finger into me. The room is dim, with only the lamp on, but it gives sufficient light to views his body. I normally like sex with the lights out. I’m not all that comfortable in my skin. Tonight, however, as Josh tears his lips from mine and bends to press his mouth to my pussy, I feel like a prized possession.
He nips at my panties, tugging them from my wet sex. He breathes in the scent of my arousal and moans hungrily. I move and shift, and work to telegraph a message with my eyes: get me naked already.
He grins up at me, as though understanding, and I press my hands to the bed to lift my hips. His grin widens, as if to tell me how thoughtful I am to help a guy out and I chuckle slightly. My God, this is Josh I’m getting naked for. Never in a million years did I think this would happen.
He drags my panties down my legs, the rough pads of his fingers scorching my skin as they trail along my inner thighs. I stare at his perfect mouth, my eyes pleading with him, desperate to feel it between my legs and he quickly answers my pleas, and nuzzles in. His tongue slides across my sex and I grab fistfuls of his hair, pushing him harder against me. He presses his nose against my clit to apply pressure, and small pulses begin deep in my core.
