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“I’m out of form for a dancer.” A thoughtful expression crosses her face as she slowly looks around the barn, visualizing everything. “With a little bit of equipment and your help…I could go back to Chicago in tip-top shape.”
Damn.
There’s a longing in her voice. A determination. Whatever doubts I’ve got rolling around in my head can’t argue with that.
“Order whatever you need,” I tell her. “I’ll put it up and check everything over to make sure it’s solid. You promise me you won’t go crazy till I’ve signed off on the safety.”
“Absolutely!” Her face lights up like I just descended from the sky with a halo. “Thank you so much, Quinn!” She claps her hands together, lets out a wild squeal, and then throws her arms around me. “You’re too good to me.”
My hands instantly grasp her waist, which fits too perfectly in my palms.
She hits me with soft blue-eyed gratitude and the same smile she’d always give me when we were kids. Every time I ever got between her and disaster.
It’s so familiar it hurts, but there’s a key difference.
Feeling her under my hands puts lightning in my blood.
She makes me hungry, almost rendered breathless and definitely speechless, awestruck by how sexy, how tight, how beautiful she is.
Forget the fucking silks.
Having Tory up in my face like this, tempting me to do terrible things?
That’s the real danger.
No question.
“I’m so excited,” she says, bouncing a couple times on her heels. “I’ve missed having them around for a real workout. You don’t even know.”
Bull. I’m sad to say I do.
Because her missing those silks can’t hold a candle to how horribly I’ve missed having my hands all over her, exploring places I shouldn’t, capturing her flesh the same way I want to seize that strawberry of a mouth—with teeth.
When she looks at me again, she must see the seething in my eyes, the bearish need coming out.
Fuck.
We both know what I need.
And looking at her, blinded by those perfect pink lips, without leaning down to touch them, to kiss them, to take them over, is killing me.
“I’ll go make us some lunch so we can get the doors hung up as soon as they’re dry,” she says, stretching, offering her lips.
I don’t release her.
Not when we’re human magnets with a sexual polarity I can feel singeing the air.
The way she smiles and arches her back makes hot sticky blood roar through my veins.
Neither of us dare to look away.
I have to kiss her. One more time. Just to get it out of my system.
Tory’s eyes flutter closed as I pull her close, her body against mine, and she knows what’s coming.
I swallow a growl, loving how her breasts feel on my chest, how her hips mold to mine. She has to feel the demanding bulge in my jeans, too, and I’m past caring.
My lips find hers like a hunter.
They come down hot, slick, devouring, prying her open with my tongue till she whimpers.
I almost fucking gasp, reaching up to clasp her chin, cradling her face as I pull her into a kiss with no surrender.
And she knows she’s beaten.
Her arms tighten around my neck. Her lips part, kissing me back with the same giddy passion I’m pouring into the kiss.
Even though we’re chest to chest, I pull her closer, wanting more. My hands caress the swell of her hips, the small of her back, roaming with mad intent as my tongue chases hers, driving a moan out of her.
I don’t want to stop.
Not until I’ve had her under me.
Not until I’m in her balls deep, wrenching moan after sweet moan out of her ruby lips.
Not until I’ve brought her off so hard, so many times, she’s ruined, spent, her legs crooked and her pussy leaking my seed.
I fully admit I’m insane.
Driven mad by crossing lines with my best friend that should still matter, but aren’t worth a damn when we’re this keyed up, tearing at each other’s clothes, and—
The sudden screech of a vehicle’s horn rips through me like a cold shower, along with Owl’s bark a second later.
Damnation.
I rip my lips off hers so fast I nearly pull a neck muscle.
She drops her arms from around my shoulders, and eyes closed, stumbles a step back.
Reluctantly, I release her hips. We’re both staring out the barn door at the direction the sound came from.
“I’ll go see who it is,” I say numbly.
I’ll get rid of them, too. Whoever decided to interrupt the most important kiss of my life better have a damn good reason.
Stomping out of the barn, I jog up the hill toward the house with every part of my body still heated, still throbbing, still angry that it hasn’t gotten its fill of Tory.
My teeth are bared as I plod over the top and see…a police cruiser?
“Hey, there you are!” Drake shouts as he rounds the corner of my house, wearing his Dallas PD uniform, gold badge flickering in the light. “I knocked, but no one answered. Your truck’s here, so I honked. Hope I’m not interrupting anything?”
