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Rux rears back, brows pulled together over dark eyes blazing with a heat that’s never been between us before.
My hands are shaking and I can’t catch my breath. This is crazy. I should let go, pull my hands out of his hair and peel my body back from his. At the very least, stop staring into his eyes like I never want to look away.
But I’ve been so good, so very responsible all these years. And this—
“Cammy.” This is not my friend looking back at me, and for once I don’t want him to be.
My breath catches on a little whimper and then he does it—grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me in hard.
Chapter 7
Cammy
We come together in a bruising crush, hands and mouths everywhere, feet tangling together as we stumble into the apartment. My back meets the wall inside the door and less than a second later he’s there, his big hand roaming over my ass in a possessive rub that ends with another deeply appreciative growl against my throat.
That sound.It makes me wild, makes me ache. Makes me frantic to get us where we’re going before either of us has a chance to think enough to stop. Because friends don’t do this, do they?
It feels like there are reasons. Evidence, maybe. But then Rux has my knee hitched at his side and he’s filling the space he’s made with his body.
Friends cantotallydo this.
At least friends as good as we are.
He tips my hips to meet him, the contact just so and— “Rux!”
My fingers dig into his shoulders and we’re mindless, breathless, rocking into each other like teenagers. Except even back in high school, when it felt like I would die if I didn’t get closer to Jeremy, it was nothing like this.
It’sneverbeen like this.
“You’re ruining me,” I gasp, tugging the shirt I’ve already got half the buttons undone on free of his suit pants. I can’t stand the clothes between us, need to feel his skin. “Don’t stop.”
Shoot, that might have been a button popping, but Rux doesn’t seem to mind and, finally, his shirt is hanging open over that insanely cut chest. Wow. I’m totally going to run my tongue between the grooves of his abs.
My jersey goes next, but his number hasn’t even hit the floor before Rux pulls back and stills. His eyes rake over me and he wipes a hand over his mouth.
“Jesus, you’re killing me.” Hands skimming up my waist and ribs, he pauses at the wire of my bra, takes a breath, and then cups my oversensitive breasts in his palms and groans out a string of unintelligible praise that has my belly folding in on itself with need.
“I keep telling myself to stop, Sunshine. Not to take this too far. That I shouldn’t want you like this… but one taste and I’m dying for you.” His thumbs brush over the tight peaks of my straining nipples once, twice… He meets my eyes. “Tell me I’m not making a mistake with you. Tell me I’m not riskingushere, because if I am— Tell me to walk the hell away. I’ll show up with coffee and donuts tomorrow and we’ll yak it up over what a douche I was tonight.”
My heart breaks a little with how much this man means to me. “No risk, and you’re not a douche. You’re perfect.” I cover his hands with mine, encouraging him to keep going. To touch me more. Make me feel the things I tell myself I can live without.
“We’re friends and that isn’t going to change because you’re giving me something I don’t get a lot of in my life.”
Rux searches my eyes, and whatever he finds in them has the corner of his mouth pulling up into another panty-melting smile. “So, I should probably make you come then.”
Oh God, the confidence in that statement is so hot. “You should totally do that.”
Continuing to play with my nipple with one hand, the other dips into my leggings. My breath fractures at the flick of his wrist and slow tease of his fingers, first over my panties and then under.
He’s doing thatnot quitething again, hovering close, but not quite giving me what I want… making me want it even more. His mouth is so close to my ear, I can feel the heat of his breath, those tiny static charges arcing between his lips and my skin… His fingers so close to my pussy, I’m starting to shake.
“Are you wet for me, Sunshine?” The low rumble of his voice works through me, settling low in my belly like a warm weight.
I nod, my eyes locked on the hard cut of his jaw, the smattering of stubble, and the sexy twist of his lips. I’m soaked. Aching.
“Good girl.”
I shouldn’t like it, but I’m closer to coming from those two words alone than the last guy I slept with ever got me.
