hauled her back just in time, and she sagged in relief until she
felt all of him touching all of her. Good god almighty, there wasn’t padding under those clothes. His chest cradled her back and his groin fit
in the curve of her ass. And then, holy
moly…his cock went from relaxed to hard in the blink of an eye. He was poking her. Literally.
All the breath swooshed from her
and before she realized what she was doing, she’d wiggled her ass against
him. She was rewarded with a groan right
before Sky bent over to nuzzle his nose against the curve where her neck met
her shoulder. His breath was warm and it
tickled the fine hair at her nape. Her
libido began to hyperventilate, her mouth began to salivate, and suddenly all
she wanted to do was turn around and ride him into next Sunday.
Holy shit. Where’d that thought come from?
Panicking just a little, because he
used to be her best friend, she pulled away and spun, panting like she’d just
run a marathon. His blue eyes were deep
and stormy and they looked at her with good old-fashioned lust. She felt an answering need pulse through her
clit so she silently gave it a warning to back the fuck down. This was Sky… She couldn’t possibly want to fuck him. Could she?
Would she if he asked?
Oh, she was in so much trouble.
“Alannah?” he asked, wary.
“Yes?” she squeaked. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes?”
He smirked and lifted one sexy
eyebrow. “Having fun?”
He’d already asked that but since
he was ignoring what just happened between them then she could ignore it
too. Or, act like she could.
“Three of your fangirls back there wouldn’t mind you flexing your muscles,”
she said as nonchalantly as possible.
He glanced back the way they’d come
but the woods had already swallowed them up. Realizing they were alone sent a whole new round of nerves flapping
around in her belly. And then she
watched as Sky puffed out his chest and posed like a body builder.
“Like this?” he asked and moved
into another stance. “Or
this?”
She swallowed to get rid of the
dryness in her mouth. “Yeah, just like
that. They’d throw their phone numbers
at you.”
He relaxed his poses and gave her
another one of those enigmatic stares that she didn’t know how to
interpret.
“I already have them,” he said with
a dismissive shrug.
Her eyes went wide. Of course he did. Jerk. She went to spin away from him but he must have anticipated her move
because he grabbed hold of her arm.
“Jealous?”
“Why would I be jealous?”
“Just testing
you. Seeing if
you thought about us.”
She cocked her head. “Thought about us what?”
“Come on, don’t play dumb,
Alannah. Thought about
us together.”
“You mean fucking?”
His eyes narrowed a bit at the
word. “Yes, fucking. We’re not kids
anymore and I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be inside you.”
A very tiny part of her thrilled at
his words and the vivid picture it painted, but she pulled her arm out of his
grasp. “I’m not one of your girls.”
“I don’t want a girl in my
bed. I want a woman. I want you.”
Alannah was confused, and sure she
must be experiencing vertigo of some sort since he was dive-bombing between hot
and cold. Yesterday he acted all cold
and indifferent. Today he was a Dominant
on steroids. This Skylar was too
different, too direct. What had happened
to the young kid that used to blush at the mention of sex? Or the teenager who was
confused on how to unclasp a bra?
“What happened to you?” she quietly
asked.
He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“You’re different. More intense.”
“I call it self-assured. And you’re stalling.”
“Stalling from what?”
“From answering if you’ll have sex
with me.”
“Whoa. Direct much? This is just way too fast, Sky.”
“Alannah, I’ve
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