Carter glanced at her. At the sexy sundress she wore and imagined slipping the thin shoulder straps down, baring her breasts and taking a taut nipple into his mouth. Swallowing hard, he focused on the road. He hadn’t even kissed her, didn’t even know if she’d want him to, and he already fantasized about making love to her.
As he parked the Infiniti, he realized ending the evening now was probably for the best. While he’d caught her staring at his mouth and biceps earlier in the day and this evening, she hadn’t shown any other indication that she was interested in him.
Give her a reason to be interested.
Damn, he wanted to. He wanted to be blunt. Tell her what she did to him. Kiss her like he’d been aching to for three years.
What could it hurt?
He killed the ignition and climbed out of the car. What could it hurt? Their friendship. Him. While not knowing where he stood with her drove him nuts, if he found out she wanted to keep their relationship platonic, he’d…
Doubling back before opening her car door, he ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to consider her reaction any longer. He’d been living in purgatory for three years and was tired of playing it safe.
With determination, he moved back to the car door. “Everything okay?” she asked as he helped her out of his car.
“I thought I saw a dent on the bumper,” he lied as they walked toward the hotel lobby.
Once inside, they entered the elevator. She remained unusually quiet, while he tried to straighten out his thoughts. Should he make a move? Take her hand in his and give her a subtle sign? Or haul her into his arms and strip her out of that dress?
The elevator doors slid open. His heart kicked up a notch and his stomach clenched. What the hell was wrong with him? Since when did he not go after what he wanted? Since when did rejection become an issue?
Since I fell for Brynn.
“Thanks again for dinner,” she said. She pulled out her keycard and slipped it into the small opening. When the tiny light flashed green, she opened the door, but continued to face him. “So…” Her gaze drifted to his lips. “I’ll see you—”
Driven by need, consumed by the hunger in her eyes, his will power shattered. He slid his fingers through her hair, so silky and soft, cupped the back of her head and brushed his lips against hers. She parted her lips, her warm breath a heated caress against his mouth. Aching to hold her, explore the depths of emotion he’d kept bottled inside for so long, he drew her closer. Dragged his lips against hers, kissed the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her temple.
She released a soft sigh. Taking that as a good sign, and needing to taste her, he cupped her cheeks and angled his mouth. He pressed his lips against hers and—
She took an abrupt step back, knocking the door behind her wide open. Breathing hard and holding a hand over her chest, she stared at him. Her eyes wide and holding hints of confusion and uncertainty.
Her rejection stung and tore a hole in his chest. He’d ached for her, had desired her, had longed to make her his for nearly three years. Tonight he’d taken an uncalculated risk, had stupidly taken a chance and received his answer.
She didn’t want him.
Ready to apologize, to right his mistake before it ruined their friendship, he took a step back and gave her more space. “Brynn, I’m—”
“No.” Her hand shook as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s…I have to go.”
She quickly turned and shut the door. He stood frozen for a moment, kicking himself in the ass for moving too soon.
No. He’d waited. He’d bided his time. Tonight he took action and she’d dismissed him. Pissed, hurt, and feeling like a total asshole, he moved away from her door, then entered his suite.
She didn’t want him.
Fine. Now he could escape his self-imposed purgatory. He could and would move on and forget every single fantasy he’d ever conjured about Brynn. Forget that he was crazy about her.
He slumped onto the sofa. His stomach churned with regret, with loss. He’d wanted her…them…so bad, how could he ever forget Brynn?
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Genre – Contemporary Romance
Rating – PG-13
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