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“Yeah.” Sure, and friends wanting to screw like bunnies was totally normal.
“I’m also attracted to you. I kind of think my first time back in the game should be with someone I know and trust.” She bit her lip. “I don’t think I’d have the nerve to go out and pick up a guy at a bar or something.”
Just the thought of her doing that made his blood hot for different reasons. An unfamiliar sense of jealousy pricked him, and he slid his fingers up the back of her neck and into her hair.
He didn’t want some random guy being the one to help her get back in the game, as she’d put it.
So if he had to choose between walking out of this apartment right now and keeping their status as just friends, or carrying her into that bedroom and rocking both of their worlds... well, he sure as hell was going to pick the second one.
And he’d take that damn secret to the grave. James would never know.
“I want you.” He tugged on her hair, lightly pulling her neck back so he could press his lips to the beating pulse on her neck. “I’ve always wanted you, Hannah.”
She made a small gasp. From shock or pleasure, he couldn’t tell.
“If you’re sure about this, then let’s go to your bedroom.”
“Yes.” Her breathy whisper brushed his ear. “Down the hall to the right. I’m not sure I trust my legs to walk, though. You’ve turned them into mush.”
His laugh was a half groan as he swept her into his arms and carried her down the hall.
God, holding her like this felt so damn right. Her petite form and slight curves were just as amazing as he’d always imagined.
He nudged her bedroom door open with his foot and took quick inventory of the room that was decorated in blues and greens. But mostly he focused on the bed.
A full-sized bed with a green comforter that he could already envision her naked on. He set her down on the mattress and mentally planned how to get her out of that dress.
Just the thought of what was under the dress, and what he was going to do—
Shit.
He didn’t have a condom.
He didn’t have a fucking condom.
Oh God, this wasn’t happening. Had he just cockblocked his own fantasy?
And why would you have a condom, dumbass? It wasn’t like you thought you’d be sleeping with James’s ex-girlfriend tonight.
She stared up at him, leaning back on her elbows with her mouth parted and need shining in her eyes.
So, no sex. Which he was already telling his dick to prepare for. Not unless she had a condom. Which seemed like a long shot.
Damn, this was going to suck.
He crawled onto the bed beside her and reached out to cup her face, turning her face toward his.
One thing was for certain—he vowed, while catching her lips in another kiss—he wouldn’t leave this apartment until she’d had at least one orgasm.
*
Every inch ofher was on fire. At least that’s what it felt like as Eric kissed her and began a slow trail with his fingers down her body. First, he brushed over the wildly beating pulse in her neck, then down her shoulder, and then lower. Until he just barely brushed the curve of her breasts.
He paused there, stroking her tongue with his and stoking the fire that spread through her blood.
Oh God, why wouldn’t he move his fingers lower? She wanted his hand on her. To close over her breast.
Growing impatient with need, she groaned against him and arched into him.
