There wasn’t one. Wet, she said uselessly.
Wet?
She swallowed. “Um, your hair. It’s wet. Some water, uh, dripped down onto your back. I thought it might be, you know, a little uncomfortable. So I dried it.” Damn, where were those punchy one-liners Steve and Tyler had helped her master? Why now, when one was so essential, could she not find it?
“Oh.”
He didn’t believe her.
“Look, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She backtracked out of the living room.
“I… I’m sorry.”
Before she could turn and flee, he said her name. Again. “Katie.”
“Um, yeah?” She wiped her palms on her pants, watching as he looked over his shoulder at her. His eyes smoldered.
“You never have to apologize for touching me.”
She escaped to her room once again, threw herself on the bed and lay dead still. Her nerves were frazzled. Christ, she had to control herself. She couldn’t touch Tyler just because she wanted to. Just because he’d told her she belonged to him. It wasn’t true. She was engaged. She belonged to Steve.
Tell that to my body!
She was aroused. Panting. It didn’t matter who she belonged to, her body responded to Tyler. Touching him unleashed the devil in her.
Unleashed the years of longing and love that she’d repressed when she’d agreed to marry Steve.
She shook wildly as an ache in her belly spread out, encompassing her breasts and her pelvis. Damn, she wanted to touch more than just his back. She wanted to grab massive handfuls of his flesh and never let go. Her skin prickled and her nipples tightened. She couldn’t. His flesh was off-limits.
Maybe a cold shower would help. Maybe it would freeze her heated body and her scandalous thoughts. Or maybe it wouldn’t. The mere suggestion of a shower had her imagining Tyler naked under pulsing jets. Water cascaded over his shoulders and flowed down his body.
Individual drops slid over his muscled chest, caught on the hair there and stuck until another cascade of water sent them streaming down his ripped stomach and lower.
Her breathing became shallow and her breasts ached. She placed her hand over one breast, pressed it against the beaded nipple and moaned. She’d been in a constant state of arousal since Tyler arrived home, and thoughts of him in the shower only made it worse. She wanted no, she needed to touch him.
Emptiness pulled between her legs like a bottomless pit of greed.
There was only one thing that could ease her hunger, that could calm her lust and he was off-limits.
She trailed her hand lower, over her belly and on to the button of her jeans.
Steve. They hadn’t made love since Tyler had phoned to say he was coming home. Maybe that was her problem. Maybe she needed a little time with her fiancé to work off the underlying sexual tension she felt with Tyler. She should go to his place, close the door behind them and spend a couple of hours in bed, freeing herself from Tyler’s grasp.
She dismissed the idea instantly. It wasn’t Steve’s hand she wanted teasing her breasts. It wasn’t his dick that could fill the emptiness.
Making love with Steve was comfortable. It was fun and easy just like their friendship.
But damn it, she didn’t want fun, comfortable sex. She wanted hot, sweaty, mind-blowing sex. She wanted heart-stopping, earth-shattering sex. She wanted… she wanted… Fuck. All she wanted was Tyler.
She flicked open the button and tugged on her zip. She was going crazy. If she didn’t get a little physical release, she’d hunt Tyler down and… No, she wouldn’t. She inched her jeans over her hips, then kicked them off.
Her body wept, aching for relief, aching for Tyler’s hot cock.
Tyler’s, not Steve’s. She touched her clit, and shuddered. Even through her panties, it was swollen and wildly sensitive. She couldn’t have Tyler and she didn’t want Steve. She slipped her finger under the lacy inset of her thong. God, she was so wet, so needy.
The piercing ring of the phone trilled through
Wet?
She swallowed. “Um, your hair. It’s wet. Some water, uh, dripped down onto your back. I thought it might be, you know, a little uncomfortable. So I dried it.” Damn, where were those punchy one-liners Steve and Tyler had helped her master? Why now, when one was so essential, could she not find it?
“Oh.”
He didn’t believe her.
“Look, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She backtracked out of the living room.
“I… I’m sorry.”
Before she could turn and flee, he said her name. Again. “Katie.”
“Um, yeah?” She wiped her palms on her pants, watching as he looked over his shoulder at her. His eyes smoldered.
“You never have to apologize for touching me.”
She escaped to her room once again, threw herself on the bed and lay dead still. Her nerves were frazzled. Christ, she had to control herself. She couldn’t touch Tyler just because she wanted to. Just because he’d told her she belonged to him. It wasn’t true. She was engaged. She belonged to Steve.
Tell that to my body!
She was aroused. Panting. It didn’t matter who she belonged to, her body responded to Tyler. Touching him unleashed the devil in her.
Unleashed the years of longing and love that she’d repressed when she’d agreed to marry Steve.
She shook wildly as an ache in her belly spread out, encompassing her breasts and her pelvis. Damn, she wanted to touch more than just his back. She wanted to grab massive handfuls of his flesh and never let go. Her skin prickled and her nipples tightened. She couldn’t. His flesh was off-limits.
Maybe a cold shower would help. Maybe it would freeze her heated body and her scandalous thoughts. Or maybe it wouldn’t. The mere suggestion of a shower had her imagining Tyler naked under pulsing jets. Water cascaded over his shoulders and flowed down his body.
Individual drops slid over his muscled chest, caught on the hair there and stuck until another cascade of water sent them streaming down his ripped stomach and lower.
Her breathing became shallow and her breasts ached. She placed her hand over one breast, pressed it against the beaded nipple and moaned. She’d been in a constant state of arousal since Tyler arrived home, and thoughts of him in the shower only made it worse. She wanted no, she needed to touch him.
Emptiness pulled between her legs like a bottomless pit of greed.
There was only one thing that could ease her hunger, that could calm her lust and he was off-limits.
She trailed her hand lower, over her belly and on to the button of her jeans.
Steve. They hadn’t made love since Tyler had phoned to say he was coming home. Maybe that was her problem. Maybe she needed a little time with her fiancé to work off the underlying sexual tension she felt with Tyler. She should go to his place, close the door behind them and spend a couple of hours in bed, freeing herself from Tyler’s grasp.
She dismissed the idea instantly. It wasn’t Steve’s hand she wanted teasing her breasts. It wasn’t his dick that could fill the emptiness.
Making love with Steve was comfortable. It was fun and easy just like their friendship.
But damn it, she didn’t want fun, comfortable sex. She wanted hot, sweaty, mind-blowing sex. She wanted heart-stopping, earth-shattering sex. She wanted… she wanted… Fuck. All she wanted was Tyler.
She flicked open the button and tugged on her zip. She was going crazy. If she didn’t get a little physical release, she’d hunt Tyler down and… No, she wouldn’t. She inched her jeans over her hips, then kicked them off.
Her body wept, aching for relief, aching for Tyler’s hot cock.
Tyler’s, not Steve’s. She touched her clit, and shuddered. Even through her panties, it was swollen and wildly sensitive. She couldn’t have Tyler and she didn’t want Steve. She slipped her finger under the lacy inset of her thong. God, she was so wet, so needy.
The piercing ring of the phone trilled through
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