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“Wolfe? Oh, God, what are we doing? That feels so
good.”
His brain exploded. He swiped his tongue to the vulnerable
curve under her cheek, opened his mouth, and bit.
Her body shuddered. She grabbed his face with shaking
hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. Drugged blue eyes
stared back at him. Her breath came out in uneven pants
from her plump lips. She was so damn honest in her responses,
so willing to give him whatever he needed. “Why
am I feeling like this?” she whispered, clinging with a feminine
strength he found sexy as hell. “What are you doing
to me?”
“Don’t know. Same thing you’re doing to me.” He
stared at her mouth, so close, so moist. “I want to kiss you.”
“Oh yes. Just this once. Yes.”
He didn’t wait a second longer. Just lowered his head
and captured her lips. Slid over and into the slick, sweet
cave, thrusting his tongue with slow, languid motions, deflowering
her completely. He leaned against the tree trunk
and hitched her higher, until her legs wrapped around his
hips. Her taste swamped him, driving him to capture the
very essence of her mouth, refusing to let her keep anything
back.
She didn’t. Hanging tight, she melted in his arms and
surrendered completely. Her body heat engulfed him, licking
flames of fire that drove him mad for more. He couldn’t
remember when a kiss stole his breath and sanity, but nothing
mattered except the need to rip her clothes off, taste
her everywhere, give her pleasure. Using his teeth to scrape
against her bottom lip, he captured her needy moan and
worked his hips in a slow, grinding thrust. She ripped her
mouth off his and panted, digging her nails deep into his
shoulders. She tilted her head back so he saw the wetness
on her swollen lips.
“Feels too good,” she panted. “Give me more.”
Oh yeah.
He moved quickly, turning her so her back pressed
against the rough bark of the tree. Losing his head completely,
he forgot he was in a public park, forgot she was his
best friend and sex wasn’t an option, forgot everything except
getting closer and deeper into her until he faded away.
He took her mouth again, bruising, but she kissed him
back with such raw hunger and need, Wolfe shook. He
gripped her head and pulled her hair, notched into the
center
of her thighs, and gave it all to her with everything
he got.
She was wild in his arms, biting and licking back, arching
up for more, until the simple kiss burned barriers and
exploded out of control. Wolfe dimly heard the song ending
and the smattering of applause. Low chatter and movement
finally cut through the fog.
He lifted his head. Froze. Dragging in a breath, chest
tight, dick so hard and swollen it could be registered as a
deadly weapon, he fought for sanity.
She opened her eyes. Her pupils were dilated. When
she spoke, her words came out slurred. “Wh—what happened?”
Holy shit, he did it again. The awful Britney Spears pop
song clanged loudly in his head. He couldn’t blame anyone
but himself this time. What type of friend was he? She was
vulnerable right now. Needy. He had to suck it up, get himself
under control, and be the supportive buddy she deserved.
But how would he ever look at her again without wanting
to kiss her?
“Wolfe?” She blinked. “What’s wrong?”
He forced a smile and slowly lowered her back to the
ground. Her breasts dragged over his chest and almost
caused him to weep. “Song’s over.” His voice came out a
bit rough, so he softened the words by running a finger
down her cheek. She seemed to catch his unease, and an
awkward silence descended as the lead singer spoke her
gratitude. Everyone clapped and began to gather their
stuff, trudging out of the park. He was left with a hard-on
and a cloud of confusion as he tried to decide the best
route to take.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
“Sure.” This time he didn’t take her hand. They didn’t
speak. The shops were closed, the stars twinkled overhead,
and their shoes clopped on the pavement. Halfway
home, she finally broke. “I’d like to say I’m sorry but I’m
not.”
He bit back a laugh. She was always so . . . unexpected.
Honest. Once again, he vowed not to destroy the most precious
relationship he had. “I’m not either, sweetheart. I am
sorry if we blurred the line though. Our friendship means
more to me than some raging hormones. Maybe the lead
singer did it. She kinda reminds me of Pink.”
The joke fell flat and her smile seemed forced. “Right.
We got caught up in a moment.”
“This weekend will be good for us. We’ll both start dating
again, and release some of the pressure.”
Why did her shoulders suddenly slump? He thought
mentioning her date would ease her mind. He had no right
to screw with her head and get her to want more.
Even if he did.
Hell, yes, he wanted more than that kiss. If he was honest,
he’d confess he wanted Gen in his bed, naked, open,
and ready to do his bidding. He wanted her heat and passion
and sweetness. He also realized if he ever slept with
her, besides wrecking their friendship, he’d never be satisfied
with anyone else.
But Gen could never know or suspect. She needed to
have an open mind and heart for her date. Even though the
thought of another man touching her made Wolfe want to
wreck his face. He’d manage not to screw it up for her sake.
Her soft sigh echoed into the night. “Guess so. I always
did have a thing for Pink.”
He relaxed slightly. She was playing the game. Leaving
it behind them. Helping him pretend it meant nothing.
Much better this way.
They walked the rest of the way home in silence.
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Jennifer Probst - Bio:
Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.
She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.
She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.
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