Pretending She's His: A Hard Feelings Novella

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plump, and felt soft under the rough pad of his thumb.
    He felt her breath stagger as he moved his body closer to her. He wanted to kiss her, really kiss her. Not that fucking excuse for a kiss he gave her earlier, or all the chaste kisses they shared afterward. He wanted to crush his lips to her and still all the air from her lungs until she was begging him to stop, until she couldn’t possibly continue.
    “Trev,” she whispered.
    His thumb skimmed across her lip one last time before he moved it over her jaw and down the side of her neck. “Yeah?” he asked.
    “Just do it. Just kiss me.”
    Her breathless order was shocking in the best possible way.
    So he did. He kissed her. And when his lips fell to hers, she melted beneath him.
    And it drove him fucking crazy.
    Her response to him was like nothing he ever expected from her. Here was this woman who was tough as nails, ballsy as hell, bossy and confident—strong—and she was a soft, sweet mess beneath him. Her breath was cool, as he parted her lips with his and sucked the breath from her mouth into his own. Without releasing his tongue into her mouth, he tasted her. He pulled her lip between his and savored the taste of mint and wine that lingered on her mouth.
    She writhed under him, pushing herself against him, as if she was trying to form an impression of her shape along the contour of his body.
    His hands wandered along her sides, clutching her against him. “God, you feel fucking perfect,” he confessed, but the moment the words bounced along the thin slice of air between their mouths, she froze.
    He had lost a bit of his control. He had crossed the line. It was just so goddamned easy to forget this whole thing wasn’t real when he could feel her softening against his hard body . . .
    He released a silent, defeated sigh. “Roll over,” he ordered, not expecting her to comply. But she did.
    His hand wound around her stomach and he pulled her back against his chest. “Lift up your head.” She did and he slipped his arm underneath her neck.
    “What are you doing?” she asked as he curved his body around hers. She was stiff against him. Fuck. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable near him. But he didn’t think he could sleep next to her without touching her.
    Not now. Not anymore.
    “Spooning you,” he replied. This was magic. It was the one thing every man should know if he didn’t already. Women were suckers for this position—romantically or not. He was almost positive it was in their genetic makeup. It was a cure-all for almost any situation a man found himself in. Tell her to roll over and hold her so tightly against you, and she will more than likely forgive whatever the hell you did in the first place.
    “I know all you women love this shit,” he said, subtlety breathing in the scent of her skin—light and sweet.
    She didn’t say anything, more than likely too stubborn to admit that she in fact loved being spooned, but she sighed and relaxed, then wedged herself in tighter to him—and that said plenty.
    ***
    Eva stretched her legs, groaning, as she rolled onto her back. Turning her head to the side she looked over at Trevor who was sound asleep flat on his back. The soft puffs of breath that flowed from his slightly parted mouth breathed warm air between them. His lips were tempting and she never realized it until she felt them against hers. He teased her with those lips, and she knew he did it on purpose. Sure, she’d put the “no tongue” rule into effect, but there was no way he couldn’t tell how eager she was last night for him to kiss her harder, deeper. She was practically foaming at the mouth to slip her tongue inside his.
    But this was Trevor.
    Having these feelings and thoughts about him was insane. After four years, she had never once wanted to kiss him. Never once wanted to scoot her body in close to his and curl up next to him as he slept. Fuck. What was wrong with her?
    But then again, she had never seen this side

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