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job and coming on to Darby within days of each other.
Utterly fucking lost.
Leaving his job had made sense at the time. He’d been increasingly dissatisfied to the point he dreaded going into the office every morning. Somewhere in the last six months he’d lost his drive for the career he’d been dedicated to for so long he could barely remember a time his decisions didn’t revolve around his long-term goals.
Last week he finally gave up on waiting for the phase to pass and accepted that he needed to make some kind of a change. Now that he was a few days into his spontaneous decision to quit, he wasn’t as convinced walking away made any sense at all.
Kind of like standing there courting disaster by leaning toward Darby and thinking that kissing her, getting her up against him where he could feel all those tempting curves, was the best plan to get his life back on track instead of the worst.
He apparently needed to hit rock bottom before he’d find his footing and figure out what the hell he was supposed to do next.
Except being with her and remembering things— feeling things—felt so damn good.
Christ, he knew better.
Renegotiate their truce? Twenty-four hours ago they wouldn’t have exchanged so much as a kind word, and now all he could think about was sliding his mouth over hers and exchanging slow, hot strokes of lips and tongue.
Yeah, lost about covered it.
Their current situation, with her close but not nearly close enough, was at least half her fault. He sure as hell hadn’t planned on mentioning last night at all. Not after his run-in with Dante. The second she’d come along this morning in her too-short shorts and clinging tank top that left one tantalizing black bra strap showing, last night was all he could think about.
And then she’d gone and said the one thing that pushed him across the line from interested but not worth the trouble to hell yeah .
Sex.
The word had been bouncing around in his head for the last twenty minutes and had managed to get him hotter and more turned on than he’d been in months. Maybe years.
The harder he tried to talk himself out of it, the harder it was to overcome the part of him—the lost part—that hungered for just a taste. Which left him torn between waiting for her to say something and skipping ahead to feeling her mouth open beneath his.
“Sleeping together is nonnegotiable, Bryce.”
“ Sleeping wasn’t really on the table, but I’m willing to make a concession or two.”
“This isn’t something you can plea bargain.” Her resigned tone didn’t match the possessive grip she had on his shirt.
He didn’t have a clue when she’d trapped the material between her fingers, but feeling the subtle tug when she looked ready to bolt gave him hope.
“Screw you!”
He and Darby broke apart at the unexpected female voice, both of them turning in the direction of a woman coming down the trail. She didn’t so much as glance in their direction, her furious strides eating up the path.
She stormed past them and Bryce had to admire how fast she could move in sandals with heels high enough to add at least three inches to her height.
Darby waited until the brunette passed them. “We should get going. Everyone might be hanging out at the top of the trail for a while.”
Bryce didn’t object, but wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. “Just think about it.”
“Not only is getting involved a bad idea—”
“No getting involved,” he interrupted. “And sex is never a bad idea. You said yourself that we’re not the same people we used to be. But the one thing that hasn’t changed is the chemistry between us.”
“You know it’s more complicated than that.”
Complicated wasn’t counting for a whole lot right now. “It doesn’t need to be. We have a little more than twenty-four hours left of our truce. Why not take full advantage of that?”
She looked away. “Maybe you can just forget what happened—”
“Tiffany!” A
Utterly fucking lost.
Leaving his job had made sense at the time. He’d been increasingly dissatisfied to the point he dreaded going into the office every morning. Somewhere in the last six months he’d lost his drive for the career he’d been dedicated to for so long he could barely remember a time his decisions didn’t revolve around his long-term goals.
Last week he finally gave up on waiting for the phase to pass and accepted that he needed to make some kind of a change. Now that he was a few days into his spontaneous decision to quit, he wasn’t as convinced walking away made any sense at all.
Kind of like standing there courting disaster by leaning toward Darby and thinking that kissing her, getting her up against him where he could feel all those tempting curves, was the best plan to get his life back on track instead of the worst.
He apparently needed to hit rock bottom before he’d find his footing and figure out what the hell he was supposed to do next.
Except being with her and remembering things— feeling things—felt so damn good.
Christ, he knew better.
Renegotiate their truce? Twenty-four hours ago they wouldn’t have exchanged so much as a kind word, and now all he could think about was sliding his mouth over hers and exchanging slow, hot strokes of lips and tongue.
Yeah, lost about covered it.
Their current situation, with her close but not nearly close enough, was at least half her fault. He sure as hell hadn’t planned on mentioning last night at all. Not after his run-in with Dante. The second she’d come along this morning in her too-short shorts and clinging tank top that left one tantalizing black bra strap showing, last night was all he could think about.
And then she’d gone and said the one thing that pushed him across the line from interested but not worth the trouble to hell yeah .
Sex.
The word had been bouncing around in his head for the last twenty minutes and had managed to get him hotter and more turned on than he’d been in months. Maybe years.
The harder he tried to talk himself out of it, the harder it was to overcome the part of him—the lost part—that hungered for just a taste. Which left him torn between waiting for her to say something and skipping ahead to feeling her mouth open beneath his.
“Sleeping together is nonnegotiable, Bryce.”
“ Sleeping wasn’t really on the table, but I’m willing to make a concession or two.”
“This isn’t something you can plea bargain.” Her resigned tone didn’t match the possessive grip she had on his shirt.
He didn’t have a clue when she’d trapped the material between her fingers, but feeling the subtle tug when she looked ready to bolt gave him hope.
“Screw you!”
He and Darby broke apart at the unexpected female voice, both of them turning in the direction of a woman coming down the trail. She didn’t so much as glance in their direction, her furious strides eating up the path.
She stormed past them and Bryce had to admire how fast she could move in sandals with heels high enough to add at least three inches to her height.
Darby waited until the brunette passed them. “We should get going. Everyone might be hanging out at the top of the trail for a while.”
Bryce didn’t object, but wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. “Just think about it.”
“Not only is getting involved a bad idea—”
“No getting involved,” he interrupted. “And sex is never a bad idea. You said yourself that we’re not the same people we used to be. But the one thing that hasn’t changed is the chemistry between us.”
“You know it’s more complicated than that.”
Complicated wasn’t counting for a whole lot right now. “It doesn’t need to be. We have a little more than twenty-four hours left of our truce. Why not take full advantage of that?”
She looked away. “Maybe you can just forget what happened—”
“Tiffany!” A
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