Read Online One Night (Friends #0.5) by Monica Murphy - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Monica Murphy
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them.
“You confuse me,” he admits, his voice low, his gaze searching my face.
I dip my head, not wanting him to spot my secrets. “I shouldn’t. It’s pretty obvious what I am.”
“And what are you?”
A joke. A slut. Dumb. Useless. All of those things. None of those things. “I’m not going to do anything with you tonight,” I say as I lift my head, my gaze meeting his once more.
He cocks a brow. “I didn’t think you would.”
“Then why are we locked up in this tiny bathroom together?”
His hands still haven’t left my waist, and they start to move, down over my hips, along the outside of my thighs, and then back up again. He’s touching me in all the good places, and yes, it feels really good, but his touch also feels…
Comforting.
“Because I think you need to get away from all this.” He goes silent and I know what he’s talking about. The party. The people. The music and the food and the booze and the hot tub and all of it.
“And you’re my hero, running in to assist me at a moment’s notice?” I rest my hands on his chest and he sucks in a breath. I know this because I can feel the movement beneath my hands. A surge of power rushes through me, that I can make him react like that.
I like it. A lot.
“I just wanted to help a girl out.” He removes one hand from my side and circles his fingers around my wrist, clutching it loosely. “You confuse the hell out of me.”
His words are a surprise and I’m not really sure how I should answer. “Feeling’s mutual,” I finally whisper.
Without any hesitation whatsoever he dips his head and kisses me. It’s my turn to suck in a breath, shocked at that first touch of his lips. They’re warm and soft and taste faintly of beer and I curl my fingers into his T-shirt, not wanting him to escape.
“I said I wasn’t going to do anything with you tonight,” I remind him when he breaks the kiss, his mouth still hovering above mine.
“Not even let me kiss you again?” Oh, the sound of his deep, rumbly voice does something to me. Makes my belly flip and my blood run hot.
“We shouldn’t,” I say against his lips.
He kisses me again, kissing me silent, boneless, brainless. It’s the simplest of kisses. No tongue. No moans, no groans, no wandering hands and hot words of urgency. Instead it’s just…a kiss. That evolves into a series of sweet, lingering kisses that has me leaning into him. Has me parting my lips, wishing he would take it deeper.
But he doesn’t. Eventually he pulls away and I open my eyes to find him watching me. His cheeks are ruddy, his eyes a little dazed and his lips-perfect, pink, delectable lips-are damp. “You need more of that in your life,” he says.
I frown. “More of what?”
His mouth is on mine yet again, in a too brief, too delicious kiss. “More of that,” he whispers.
Just before he turns and unlocks the door, making his escape without even a backward glance.
****
Ummmm…I’m posting this early. Yay! What did you think of Emily’s chapter? This girl…is a mess. I sort of love being in her messy head! So hey, preorder links are live for JUST FRIENDS. Click here to check them out: http://monicamurphyauthor.com/books/justfriends/
Chapter 11 - Cannon
I need to get the hell out of here. Regret runs through me, punishing me hard, pushing me through Tuttle’s house and toward the front door. I ignore everyone-which is hard because I know everyone-but I don’t care what they want to say to me tonight.
All I can think about is Emily.
The sound of her voice rings in my head. I can’t shake that wary look on her face as she watched me. She didn’t trust me when I first barged into the bathroom, and I can’t blame her. Doesn’t matter that I tried my best to run to her rescue earlier in the hot tub and save her from the assholes on my team. I could easily be lumped in with the rest of those assholes. I’m as bad as the rest of them.
So why does Emily make me want to be
“You confuse me,” he admits, his voice low, his gaze searching my face.
I dip my head, not wanting him to spot my secrets. “I shouldn’t. It’s pretty obvious what I am.”
“And what are you?”
A joke. A slut. Dumb. Useless. All of those things. None of those things. “I’m not going to do anything with you tonight,” I say as I lift my head, my gaze meeting his once more.
He cocks a brow. “I didn’t think you would.”
“Then why are we locked up in this tiny bathroom together?”
His hands still haven’t left my waist, and they start to move, down over my hips, along the outside of my thighs, and then back up again. He’s touching me in all the good places, and yes, it feels really good, but his touch also feels…
Comforting.
“Because I think you need to get away from all this.” He goes silent and I know what he’s talking about. The party. The people. The music and the food and the booze and the hot tub and all of it.
“And you’re my hero, running in to assist me at a moment’s notice?” I rest my hands on his chest and he sucks in a breath. I know this because I can feel the movement beneath my hands. A surge of power rushes through me, that I can make him react like that.
I like it. A lot.
“I just wanted to help a girl out.” He removes one hand from my side and circles his fingers around my wrist, clutching it loosely. “You confuse the hell out of me.”
His words are a surprise and I’m not really sure how I should answer. “Feeling’s mutual,” I finally whisper.
Without any hesitation whatsoever he dips his head and kisses me. It’s my turn to suck in a breath, shocked at that first touch of his lips. They’re warm and soft and taste faintly of beer and I curl my fingers into his T-shirt, not wanting him to escape.
“I said I wasn’t going to do anything with you tonight,” I remind him when he breaks the kiss, his mouth still hovering above mine.
“Not even let me kiss you again?” Oh, the sound of his deep, rumbly voice does something to me. Makes my belly flip and my blood run hot.
“We shouldn’t,” I say against his lips.
He kisses me again, kissing me silent, boneless, brainless. It’s the simplest of kisses. No tongue. No moans, no groans, no wandering hands and hot words of urgency. Instead it’s just…a kiss. That evolves into a series of sweet, lingering kisses that has me leaning into him. Has me parting my lips, wishing he would take it deeper.
But he doesn’t. Eventually he pulls away and I open my eyes to find him watching me. His cheeks are ruddy, his eyes a little dazed and his lips-perfect, pink, delectable lips-are damp. “You need more of that in your life,” he says.
I frown. “More of what?”
His mouth is on mine yet again, in a too brief, too delicious kiss. “More of that,” he whispers.
Just before he turns and unlocks the door, making his escape without even a backward glance.
****
Ummmm…I’m posting this early. Yay! What did you think of Emily’s chapter? This girl…is a mess. I sort of love being in her messy head! So hey, preorder links are live for JUST FRIENDS. Click here to check them out: http://monicamurphyauthor.com/books/justfriends/
Chapter 11 - Cannon
I need to get the hell out of here. Regret runs through me, punishing me hard, pushing me through Tuttle’s house and toward the front door. I ignore everyone-which is hard because I know everyone-but I don’t care what they want to say to me tonight.
All I can think about is Emily.
The sound of her voice rings in my head. I can’t shake that wary look on her face as she watched me. She didn’t trust me when I first barged into the bathroom, and I can’t blame her. Doesn’t matter that I tried my best to run to her rescue earlier in the hot tub and save her from the assholes on my team. I could easily be lumped in with the rest of those assholes. I’m as bad as the rest of them.
So why does Emily make me want to be
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