Текст книги "Be My Temptation"
Автор книги: Rachel Brookes
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“He was messaging me today. He mentioned you in one of the messages, so that’s why I asked. I’m not lying for him. Why would I lie for him? The fact that you even said that pisses me off beyond measure. You have been telling me to forget him, and it’s been you encouraging me to move on. I’m trying really hard, so don’t you dare accuse me of lying for him,” I spat, my frustration evident in my voice.
“What did he say to you?” Josh stole the space between us and grabbed my hand.
I focused on his fingers entwined with mine and answered, “It doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah it does, because the moment I saw you I knew something was wrong, and then you tried to bullshit me by saying there was nothing wrong. So yeah, Ashlyn, it does matter.”
“Josh, it doesn’t matter,” I gritted out. “I don’t want him tainting my time spent with you, or causing us to have stupid fights like this, so please, can we just stop talking about him?”
I tugged my hand out of his grasp and fled to the kitchen to escape the intensity of the living room. I felt like I couldn’t win. Lachlan’s messages pushed me to the edge of breaking, but how could I break when I had Josh holding me up? I leaned against the kitchen island and focused on the view the eighth floor provided. Peace flooded me, and I felt the tension in my shoulders dissipate.
I jumped as hands fell onto my waist and the heat of Josh’s body collided with my back. There were no words said, only beautifully-choreographed movements. Josh’s arms threaded around my waist and pulled me tightly against the ridges of his chest. I sighed as the sweet combination of soap and aftershave hit my senses, and my head fell back against him. My body molded into his so perfectly, and the whole scenario of being in his arms didn’t feel out of place at all. It felt like it should be the norm, like my body was built to synchronize with his.
“Your stubbornness is legendary,” he murmured as his hot breath caressed my skin.
I gasped when his teeth suddenly nipped at my neck, and instantly a shot of pleasure cascaded down my spine and landed between my thighs.
“I don’t want to talk about him, so please don’t make me,” I whispered as I got lost under the sensation of his breath on my sensitive skin. My neck involuntarily fell to the side, allowing him better access, and I found myself becoming drunk under his touch. “He is my problem, not yours.”
“And you, Ashlyn, are my priority, which means I will be speaking to him. He doesn’t do this again. I refuse to see the spark in your eyes fade because of that asshole. This is one time that I am going to have to agree to disagree with you.”
There was no way I’d let him approach Lachlan. This was my battle to fight and, whatever it took, I’d make sure I came out the winner. I tried to pry myself out of his arms, but his grip tightened while my annoyance increased. “Let me go, Josh,” I said and struggled.
“Like hell, I’ll let you go. I’ve done that once before, and I’m not doing it again.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Let me g—”
With determined hands, he spun me around to face him and, before I could object, his mouth slammed onto mine. The force of his body colliding with mine pushed me back against the kitchen island, and the sound of crashing cutlery hitting the floor screeched through the air. I attempted to take a desperate breath, and Josh’s tongue took the opportunity to slide into my mouth and claim ownership. The moment our tongues collided, all control was lost. His hands cupped my ass, and I was lifted from my feet. Immediately, my legs wrapped around his hips. My body moved against his, grinding and begging to get closer. All ability to breathe was lost as he stole everything from me. His mouth owned me, claimed me, devoured me, and I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.
“I need to touch you,” he said against my mouth, before pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. “It’s been too fucking long.”
“Holy shit.” I moaned as he licked the pain away from my bottom lip.
I lost all sense of reason. All I could think about was the growing ache, desperate to be relieved, between my legs, and the way his mouth was working mine. I must have nodded in response, because we were soon on the move. My legs tightened around his hips, my fingers ran through his hair, and my mouth never left his. With every determined step he took, my needy body rubbed against his. I whimpered against his lips, which only encouraged a more seamlessly brutal kiss. My body hit the softness of a mattress, and it was only then that we broke apart. Our breathing was shattered into a million perfectly-cut pieces. His eyes blazed down into mine as he hovered above me with his arms holding the weight of his body. Without breaking his gaze, Josh’s hand disappeared under the edge of my shirt, and the cool air hit my heated skin. I shivered at the sensation. My pulse thundered as his hand moved over my hips and pulled my sweatpants down my legs, before throwing them next to the bed.
“Josh, I can—” I couldn’t finish my words, because the moment his hand slipped inside my panties and his finger touched me, my back arched. The ability to speak, think, and comprehend anything was stolen.
Josh lowered his face until his breath caressed my eager lips, but he didn’t touch his mouth to mine. He stared at me as his fingers continued to tease me with the promise of pleasure. My breathy moans filled the air, and my eyes slammed shut when not one but two fingers sunk into me. With a rhythm that danced between restraint and hysteria, his fingers moved in and out of me. He dropped his forehead to mine, and my pants collided with his whispers of my name. This was magic, this was chaos, and this was unrelenting pleasure in its best form. Josh Crawford, my college crush, was now my adult fantasy.
“Are you ready to come, Ashy?” His devilishly enticing voice echoed through my thoughts. There was no chance of putting two words together for a response, so my loud gasp of agreement was the only answer he needed.
The intensity of his fingers increased, and the sound of just how wet he had made me collided with my desperate breaths. Oh my god. My head slammed back against his pillow and my hips rose as my need to come strengthened. Emotions bubbled within me. This was intimacy at a level that brought back the greatest memories I ever had. Josh was the only man that had made me feel like I was special, even if we were only nineteen at the time. Those hours we spent together held more happiness then my two years with Lachlan. Josh had given me everything and, right now, in his apartment and on his bed, he was making me feel like that all over again. This had the potential to ruin me yet again, but this time I’d be ruined for all the right reasons.
“Please, Josh,” I whimpered as the pressure almost became too much.
“Beg for it, Ashy. Can you hear how wet you are? Do you know how fucking hot it makes me to hear my fingers deep inside you as I work your sweet pussy?”
Oh my god. “Josh, make me come. Now.”
“And you call me bossy,” he murmured, and dropped his thumb to my desperate clit.
His fingers continued to pound into me, hitting the spot every time, and his thumb rubbed my clit without missing a beat. The impending orgasm settled in the depths of my stomach and rumbled through my body like a brutal storm.
I crashed around his fingers, while humming his name. My body trembled in pure ecstasy, and I felt like I was floating away into a blissful state. Josh tucked my hair behind my ears, and I finally opened my eyes to look at him.
“You, Ashlyn Hart, are something else.”
He pulled me close to his chest, and I concentrated on the rhythm of his heart as my body lay limp in his arms.
With the last ounce of consciousness I could find, I whispered, “You, Josh Crawford, are something better.”
AS THE FIRST SIGNS of consciousness greeted me, the night before flashed in my memories and I sighed in contentment. Visions of Ashlyn withering on my bed, begging me to make her come, while my name fell from her lips, replayed in my mind, and I knew they would forever be etched in my thoughts. I wanted to fuck her last night, to claim her again, to make her mine, but I was man enough to realize the time wasn’t right. I could read her better than I could read anyone else. Her hesitation was palpable. Her heart and mind were bruised by the actions and constant fuck-ups of Lachlan, and I planned on spending my days and nights attempting to soothe her bruises and to bring her back to the Ashlyn I knew was still there. When I thought of her, I couldn’t help but think that even the prettiest gems had moments when they lose their sparkle.
Warmth on my bare chest awoke my senses, and the feeling of being under Ashlyn’s watchful gaze hit me. Our bodies were a tangle of limbs, and our heat draped each other like a blanket on a cold winter’s morning. Her body covered half of mine, and now as her chin was resting on my chest, she looked at me with the wide, inquisitive eyes.
“Mornin’ Ashy,” I said, my voice husky and thick from sleep.
She didn’t say a word, but her eyes latched onto my face and roamed freely over my features. Her silence was deafening and, to be honest, I was surprised she was still in my bed. I had expected her to flee sometime during the night and pretend that nothing happened.
“You,” she whispered, allowing her gaze to drop and linger on my mouth.
I tucked her hair behind her ear softly and repeated her statement, “You.”
“Last night, you kissed me.”
“And you kissed me back.”
“You also, oh shit.” Her cheeks tinted pink, and her eyes bounced away from mine.
“Gave you three orgasms? Yes I did that too.”
“Holy shit. Josh, fuck!”
Now it was time for the freak out to commence, so I loosened my arms from around her waist. Ashlyn pushed herself off the bed and started pacing my room, wearing the skimpiest of panties and a shirt that left very little to the imagination. All I wanted to do was pull her back to bed and remind her just how good she felt a few hours ago. Her eyes randomly flashed to mine, and then dropped back to the floor as she paced. I could only imagine what was circling around in her head. I propped myself up in bed with the sheet rested low on my hips, and I crossed my arms over my chest. I watched intently as she completely came undone with flashbacks of the night before. Her cheeks would tint briefly with pink, she’d pull her lip between her teeth, then she would mumble something so softly that I couldn’t make it out. I took complete pleasure in her reaction, because with the tainted cheeks and the lick of her lips, I knew she loved what she saw in her memories.
“That can’t happen again,” she mumbled, pointing back to the bed for added effect.
“It’s going to happen again, Ashy.”
“No, it will not. Keep your mouth and hands away from me and put on a damn shirt.”
I laughed at her craziness, then lifted my arms above my head and stretched. I knew the sheet fell down lower on my hips to reveal the deep V cut, because her eyes traveled with it and she licked her lips. Christ, she was killing me. Her soft groan of discomfort as she gazed over my body certainly didn’t discourage me. It was like throwing gasoline onto a raging fire and encouraging it to burn.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked in a low voice.
She looked at me like I had lost my mind, like I had said the craziest thing she’d ever heard. Her hands fell to her hips and she stood in a what-the-fuck stance with narrowed eyes. Fuck, I loved her sass.
“Josh, I had three fucking orgasms, of course I liked it, but it can’t happen again. You were being all bossy and broody, and you know that makes me want to rip off my panties and yell ‘here, have at it’.”
With a huff, she rushed out of my room, and I heard the guestroom door slam. Within seconds, I heard it reopen, and then she stormed back into my room with a face of thunder. “Why didn’t you tell me I only had panties on?”
“Fuck me, I love it when you’re feisty. Do you really think I would tell you that you were standing in my room in panties with your sass flying off on all cylinders? Fuck no.”
“You are impossible.”
Once again, she stormed out. This time she disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. Still chuckling, I climbed out of bed, stepped into the living room, and made my way to the kitchen. I had an hour before I had to be at work, and I was in desperate need of coffee, considering a gorgeous blond with a greedy body kept me up most of the night.
I flicked through my emails and checked text messages while the coffee brewed. I was so distracted that I didn’t hear Ashlyn step into the kitchen until I heard her sigh loudly. My eyes shot up to find her staring at me with a frustrated look. She was dressed in skinny jeans and a shirt that hung off her shoulder, and her hair was piled on the top of her head. She had left her face completely bare, just the way I liked it.
“What’s wrong now? I haven’t said a word.”
“Do you own a shirt?” she asked in a voice that I didn’t like hearing from her. It was quiet, reserved, and nervous.
“Why are you freaking out?” I asked softly.
Finally, she allowed herself to look at me and indecision swam within her bright green eyes.
“Come here, Ash.”
To say I was surprised when she crossed the kitchen would be an understatement. When I opened my arms, she stepped in, and her arms circled my waist. Her head rested over my heart, and my chin rested on the top of her head. She smelled of shampoo and the perfume that sent my body into overdrive.
Ashlyn being in my arms felt incredibly right. I felt like comforting her and taking away her obvious fears and securities was what I was made to do, and what I would continue to do. I wasn’t going to hide the fact that I wanted more of last night . . . a lot more. Now that I had another taste of her and felt her body quiver under my touch, I went spiraling into the unknown. The only thing I knew was I wanted it again, and I would have it again.
“Five fucking years,” I mumbled under my breath in complete disgust at myself.
“What did you say?” she asked, pulling away slightly and looking up at me.
“Nothing.”
Ashlyn stepped out of my arms and busied herself with making breakfast. I watched her like a hawk, and I couldn’t help but notice the sideways glances she would give me. I knew she was overthinking everything. This woman had completely opened up to me while staying at my place, and I was afraid that once she was back in her apartment the walls would go back up. I couldn’t let that happen. Last night something shifted between us. I knew it, and so did she, yet she was here fighting it.
“I’m heading down to Lilac Cove for a couple of days.”
What the fuck? Where had this come from? This was the first I’d heard her mention going down the coast. I poured both of us a cup of coffee and handed one to her. She impassively took the cup and lifted it to her mouth.
“Are you running to hide from me?” I asked and took my own sip.
“Josh, I’m not five. I’ve got a photo shoot down there for the blog.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“Will you be back for the engagement party on Saturday?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Now that Ky and Eden are back in town, you need to tell them about Lachlan. No more hiding.”
“I know. I will.”
“Are you still going as my date?” I asked with a cocky undertone. “I didn’t order a new shirt for no reason?”
“I can’t leave a guy desperate, so yes, I will accompany you,” she replied sarcastically. “But no more kissing or touching. I am a guy-free zone.”
I wanted to make a comment and remind her of how she was withering below me just hours ago, how she begged and came around my fingers not once but three times, but I thought I better not test my luck.
“Whatever you say, Ashy. Whatever you say.”
Ashlyn had been gone for three days, but my apartment continued to tease me with her scent. Every room I stepped into, the ghost of her remained.
The past two days had revolved around work and preparations for the engagement party. Every morning I’d wake up to an email from Eden, giving an update and asking for my opinion on things. I wasn’t exactly sure what help I was being. I thought my role would be helping set up on Saturday, not helping her decide between a chocolate or vanilla cake. Seriously, where the fuck was Ky in all these decisions? Eden didn’t take too kindly to me suggesting a marble cake of chocolate and vanilla, so now I wasn’t being asked for my input on what my mom called the crucial details, and it was fine by me.
When I finally made it to Mom and Dad’s after work on Friday, I stepped into an empty house, and the silence was welcomed. I couldn’t stop thinking about Ashlyn. I craved her like never before. One taste ignited the addiction that had been dormant for five years. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and collapsed onto the couch. I scrolled through my messages until I got to the last text from Ashlyn, and began typing.
Just arrived at Mom and Dad’s. I’ve missed your cute little ass in my apartment. Hurry up and get here.
Her response was immediate.
How are the stress levels of Kyden? Is Eden running around in a panic yet? I’ll be there tomorrow. Something came up and I can’t leave yet. Stop thinking about my ass. It’s not happening again Joshua.
Fucking Kyden.
Telling me not to think about your ass is like telling me not to breathe. Are you trying to kill me Ashy? Team Joslyn! xx
The grey bubble danced on the screen, telling me she was tapping in a response. I was eager to see what she would say to the mention of Joslyn.
LOL Team Joslyn. P.S. no kissing means no kissing in text messages as well. No xx on the end of messages Crawford. See you tomorrow.
Fuck my life, this girl was going to put my life in complete disarray. I just hoped to Christ that both her and I could handle it.
I WALKED THROUGH THE side gate of the Crawford’s family home, and the twinkling garden lights grabbed my attention. The warmth of the late spring air caressed my bare shoulders and caused my curled hair to dance on my back as I made my way to Ky and Eden’s engagement party. After spending three days in Lilac Cove, I was ready to let my hair down, relax, and enjoy my best friend’s special night. I also had a confusing but exciting buzz swimming through my body at the thought of seeing Josh again.
“Finally, the maid of honor arrives.”
I stopped mid-step and turned around to find Eden dressed in a beautiful, light pink, knee-length dress, rushing toward me with a beaming smile. The happiness covering her face was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but return her smile.
“Ahh, the beautiful bride-to-be,” I replied, and graciously accepted her hug. When she pulled away, her eyes traveled over my body, taking in the blue dress that clung to my every curve and the killer silver heels that I had purchased just the night before on a last minute shopping trip.
“He is going to die when he sees you,” Eden said, winking at her suggestive words.
Who was she talking about? Holy shit, did she know about Josh and me?
“I have no clue who you’re talking about,” I said, trying desperately to hide my fear of being found out. A glass of champagne was thrust into my hand and, the moment the bubbling delight hit my lips, I felt the first signs of ease sweep through my tense body.
“Well, don’t you two look absolutely stunning?”
Sue Crawford was the kind of mother every girl dreamed of having. She made me feel a part of the family the moment I first met her, and treated me like I was one of her own. Every birthday I’d receive a heartfelt gift, and every Christmas I’d be invited to the Crawford family get together if I didn’t already have plans with Austin. I’d also randomly get text messages from her to check in on me. She had been more of a mother to me in the five years I’d known her than my own mother had been to me since I was born.
“Hi Sue,” I offered with a bright smile.
She wrapped me tightly in her arms and squeezed before stepping back. “It’s been too long between visits, sweetie. We have so much to catch up on,” she said lovingly.
“Life’s been a bit crazy lately, but it’s starting to settle down now,” I replied.
I lifted my glass of champagne to my lips and glanced around the backyard. Whether I wanted to believe it or not, I knew I was searching for Josh. Yet he was nowhere to be found. The backyard looked like a spring wonderland, with glittering fairy lights, white tables and chairs sporadically placed under trees, and an impromptu dance floor that had been placed near the pool and was waiting to be filled with guests. Eden’s parents sat at one of the tables with Grandma Crawford and Eden’s best friend from San Fran, Colby. That man did things to my lady parts. I was pretty sure it was the tattoos and the reputation of being a raging bull in bed that got to me—the whole rock star fantasy thing. Other guests were mingling, and laughter and good cheer decorated the air.
“The boys were here all day setting it up. The fairy lights are all thanks to Josh. He wanted everything to be perfect for Ky and Eden. That boy constantly surprises me with the greatness of his heart. I wish he would show it more often,” Sue said tenderly.
“He is definitely the king of surprises,” I choked out.
“That he is.” Her smile enlightened her face. “He’s in the kitchen. He will be excited to know you have arrived.”
I didn’t have time to say another word before Eden rejoined us and her hand grabbed mine. Before I knew it, I was being pulled by an overeager best friend toward the steps that led into the house, and back to Josh and the unknown.
While I was gone, we texted each other constantly. There were times when Josh randomly slipped in something to remind me of the three orgasms he had given me and what would forever now be known as the Triple Delight. The thought alone made my body tingle in remembrance of his golden fingers. My vibrator would have a hell of a lot to do to meet my newfound demand for multiple orgasms. What happened couldn’t happen again. No matter how much my body wanted it, my brain was telling me no. He was my friend, Mr. Commitment-phobe, the taker of my virginity, and now the owner of my multiple orgasm V-card. He was Josh. Random girls, casual sex, and, as he said before, he was a cliffhanger and I was a happily-ever-after. If I could just switch off my needy body and the fantasies, everything would work out just fine.
As Eden and I stepped into the brightly-lit kitchen, the deep rumblings of conversation halted. Josh, Ky, and their Dad stood in the center of the room, all dressed immaculately in suits, and each with a glass of scotch in one of their hands. It should be illegal for a family to have those kinds of genes. Mr. Crawford had it going on, with salt and pepper hair and piercing green eyes, and I didn’t hide that fact that I found him handsome. I particularly enjoyed freaking out Josh and Ky with my thoughts on the matter.
Eden crossed the kitchen and wrapped her arm around Ky’s waist, while I stood frozen under the intense gaze of Josh. His eyes roamed freely over my body, taking in my silver heels, my bare legs, and my tight blue dress before he finally met my gaze. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, I would never become accustomed to the feeling of being under Josh’s gaze.
“Thanks for coming, Ash,” Ky announced happily.
I broke my stare from Josh and smiled at my best friend. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Ky and Eden fell into conversation with Mike Crawford, and my eyes reverted back to Josh. My mouth instantly went dry as I had a chance to really look at him. He looked good. Too damn good. He was dressed head to toe in the dark charcoal suit with a powder blue shirt to match my dress, but had left it opened at the neck and decided against a tie. His hair had the just-got-fucked look that I loved, and the nail in the coffin was that he had stubble and looked like he hadn’t shaved since I left. He was a walking, talking, aphrodisiac.
He looked back at me with an impassive face, but I couldn’t ignore the twitch of his lip as he tried to hide a smile. As if I was watching in slow motion, he crossed the kitchen, his eyes firmly locked on mine, until he was standing before me. When his eyes dropped to my lips, I swear my entire world spun out of control. It had only been three days since I last saw him, but it felt more like a year. I had the nervous energy, the excited rush of blood through my system, and the need to touch him to make sure he was real. It was confusing the hell out of me. I was a walking contradiction. I needed him to stay away, but I wanted nothing more than to be completely engulfed by him. His arms wrapped so softly around my shoulders and pulled me toward his chest. It wasn’t anything shocking for others to see me and Josh hug. We were friends, and friends hugged. My hands gripped the bottom of his jacket as the warmth of his body made mine go slack against him.
“You look beautiful, Ashy. Fuck, it’s good to see you,” he whispered into my ear, sending a shiver of warmth down my spine.
As quickly as he pulled me into his arms, he stepped away, and I felt the loss of his warmth immediately. I turned to the counter, grabbed my glass of champagne, and tried to get hold of myself and my traitorous libido. Fuck, I felt like a horny fifteen-year-old girl that the star quarterback just said hi to in the hall.
“How was Lilac Cove?” Ky asked, and I was thankful for the distraction.
Having spent three days in the beautiful beachside town, I felt refreshed, rejuvenated, and ready to take on the world. I didn’t know whether it was being removed from constant reminders of Lachlan, or waking up to the smell of the ocean, but I felt better than I had in a long time. Lilac Cove was the kind of place where you had no reason to do anything but relax and get lost in the seaside vibes that hit you as soon as you drive into town. It was so far removed from the hustle and bustle of the big city. I would always be a small town girl, even if I didn’t want to believe it. I’d only just returned, but I couldn’t wait to run away there again.
“It was amazing. I swear I’m going to move down there when I have kids,” I replied wistfully.
The sound of someone choking quickly filled the room. I knew exactly who it was, and I couldn’t help but smirk. Everyone turned to look at Josh, but his gaze was set firmly on me.
“Yes, Josh, some people do think about the future, and not just who they are going to have sex with on the weekend.” I smirked, shooting him a raised brow.
Ky coughed through a laugh, and Eden’s giggle told me she agreed with my statement.
“On that note, I’m going to see where my wife is. It’s good to see you, Ashlyn,” Mr. Crawford announced, and kissed my cheek quickly before leaving the room and disappearing outside.
“You’re a spitfire, Ashy,” Josh said when his Dad left.
“Don’t deny that’s what you love about me.”
“I’ll tell you what I love, you’re hot little as—”
“You two bicker like brother and sister.” Ky laughed, slapping Josh on the back and shooting me a glimpse of his million-dollar smile.
No! No! No! Ky did not just refer to Josh and me as brother and sister? Jesus! That was wrong on so many levels. Now, I was very open to a lot of things, and I’d try everything once, maybe even twice, but kissing and being finger fucked by my brother was not one of them. That was horrendous and nightmare inducing. My cheeks flushed, or did I go pale in disgust? God, what was happening? I avoided making eye contact with anyone. Thankfully, Josh and Ky started talking amongst themselves, and I focused on the illuminated numbers displaying the time on the microwave.
“How about we go and mingle? Colby and Blake want to say hi to you, and Tori should be arriving any minute,” Eden suggested, breaking my stare.
“Yes!” I said a little too eagerly. I had been here for less than twenty minutes, and I was already losing it. Colby and Blake would be a perfect distraction, although I was sure Tori’s attention would be squarely locked onto Josh.
Ky’s words circled in my head, and the inappropriate nature of them was too much to ignore. I pushed away from the bench that I’d been leaning on and headed to the back door.
“Let’s go, little sister,” Josh said softly from behind me. He placed a hand at the small of my back and didn’t remove it as I descended the steps.
I shot him a glare over my shoulder when we hit flat ground, but he didn’t remove his hand. “You did not just say that,” I spat incredulously. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Oh, I said it alright.”
I tried but failed holding in my chuckle. “You disgust me.”
“I didn’t disgust you when I had my tongue in your mouth and my fingers deep inside your pussy the other night. How many times did I make you come?” His breath was hot on my ear as he leaned in, and I felt his chest brushing my back. “Fuck, you are beautiful when you come undone. I cannot wait to see it again.”
It was official. I was about to have a spontaneous orgasm in front of the Crawford family. I was going to be that girl who lifted her dress, pushed her panties to the side, and begged a man to take her without any thoughts of the consequences. How can he make me completely come undone just by talking? I had absolutely no hope in the world.
“Leave her alone, Josh.” Eden laughed casually, as if I was dealing with his usual teasing and not his suggestion of touching me again or sharing his lavished memories of our recent tryst. She slipped her hand into mine and pulled me across the yard away from Josh. My heart thundered in my chest. I hoped Eden couldn’t feel how clammy my hands were, but good lord, I couldn’t ignore the wetness pooling between my legs from his dirty words.
“Ky and I have a surprise for you tonight,” Eden announced in a singsong voice that was bubbling with excitement. She was glowing with delight, and her eyes shone with eagerness at whatever the surprise was. I couldn’t think of anything they could surprise me with besides . . .
