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When she felt how turned on he was, awareness shot through her and she opened her eyes to find him looking back at her, irises black. For a long second they didn’t move, lips still pressed together, gazes locked. It was too much, but she wasn’t ready to stop, so she reached up and put one hand over his eyes.
He laughed against her mouth and pulled back, gently pulling her hand down. His chest heaved with exertion, and his voice held a trace of amusement. “What the hell are you doing?”
She swallowed and reached for her voice. “Is that about me kissing you, or me not wanting you to look at me while we do it?”
His eyes went wide. “Damn, are we about to do it?” He nodded enthusiastically and kept one hand wrapped around her thigh as he reached sideways to swing his door shut.
With the click of the latch, it hit her all at once.
She’d just made out with Graham. Her friend and roommate. Had let him—no, encouraged him to—hoist her onto a piece of furniture and grind his body against hers while her tongue tasted his mouth.
All with the door wide open.
Was Reagan home? What if she’d walked by?
Claire pushed him back and slid down, landing on unsteady legs, and swung the door open.
“No, we’re not about todo it,” she whisper-yelled. “Momentary lapse in judgment.”
Graham’s dark eyes held steady, still dancing with desire, but now with his usual hint of challenge. “It was pretty hot. Hotter than I expected. Don’t you want to see if the rest is that good?”
Hotter than he expected? Had he thought about this before?
She worked to keep her voice steady and strong. “Nope.”
“Liar.”
If he tried to kiss her again, odds were high she wouldn’t deny him. But despite the big talk and teasing, Graham wasn’t the type to force a woman to do anything.
Not that he’d ever need to. He’d probably gotten laid based off that smile alone.
Shaking the thought away, she directed her gaze over his shoulder, unsure what she’d do if she looked at his lips again.
Something occurred to her then, and she frowned. “Where’s your evil dog?” Usually when Claire came anywhere near Graham while they were home, Gertrude was never far, growling and making her disapproval well known.
He laughed lightly as if he knew why she’d asked. “She’s getting her hair done. I probably need to leave soon to go pick her up.”
He grinned and Claire’s stomach flipped.
She needed to get the hell out of there.
“Here’s the deal. We’re gonna forget what just happened. I’m glad you’re okay, but I’m pissed at you for making me worry. I get to control the thermostat tonight—” She held up a hand when he opened his mouth to protest. “It’s fair punishment so don’t even try to argue. Turn on your fan, sleep naked, whatever the hell you need to do. But it’s going to seventy-two and I don’t want to hear a peep.”
He arched a challenging brow. “I’ll definitely be sleeping naked. You know, if you change your mind about exploring this a little more...” He gestured between them with his index finger.
Clearing her throat, she smoothed out her scrub top and before spinning around to leave, made one parting comment—pact be damned.
“Believe me, Graham. What we just did? I can say with one hundred percent certainty, it will never,everhappen again.”
His laugh followed her out the door as she attempted to saunter away with confidence.
“We’ll see about that.”
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Grahamreallywanted it to happen again.
He shifted between the sheets, wearing just a pair of boxer briefs. Yeah, part of him wanted to be prepared in case Claire changed her mind, but it was mostly because he was burning the fuck up.
