Stories That Will Make You Horny
Joss. This
, all the turmoil boiling
ot for any reason. Not until this is decided between you and me, and I hope to hell that, even if you don't choose me, that you won't go there on
. "You want me to promise that if I don't choose you, I'l
tching the flash of surprise in her ey
f everything else the evening had wrought. She needed time to ponder other matter
he opportunity-the exclusive opportunity, if you will. Because I've already said that I would have suppressed my need to dominate if that's the only way I could have you. You knocked me for six when I saw you walk through the door into the common room an
ng moment before finally a
furrowed brow, trying to relax the lines that
you can trust me. I hope to hell you already do. And that's a huge step over any other man you would have chosen and a hell of a step up from the guy you came into the common room with. Because, honey? I care about you
oing. His impassioned speech had spoken to
eaning on you. Time to let you get on with your life. I can't imagine you've had any long-term relationships. Most women wouldn't appreciate you dropping everything to comfort your best friend's widow. I thought I was doing you-and myself-a favor by picking up the pieces and st
t as I said, if it turns out that this isn't what you want, then it doesn't have to be
to be someone you aren't. That's as bad as if I'd expected-demanded-something from Carson I knew he wasn't w
etly into his body that it was all he could do not to sweep her into his arms and carry her
rifices for Carson? That's what love is, honey. You wanted and needed s
both arms around her, anchoring her there, simply enjoying the feel of her in his arms in a way he'd never been able to enjoy before. Because now she knew where
ut that
time to sort through all of this. It's been a difficult day for me, and everything I tho
to speak, but she co
ho didn't mean anything to me. But I won't use you. Not you. I won't use you as a cru
se me. As long as the end result is having you. I've used all manner of women over the past few years. I'm not pro
re me?" she whispered
ith other women. And maybe it changes the way you'll look at me. It's a chance I have to take. But I won't lie to you. T
d, how could I? I was married. I would have never expec
? Once I have you, there'll never be anothe
once. Her eyes dulled and went hazy with shock. Her body trembled and she
o stay here t
med on her lips. And then he cupped her
t room. I'd feel better if you weren't alone. I'll make us breakfast in the morning and then I'll take you home. And then I'll give you time. In the
decision in her eyes. Her weighing her option
d, angling his head
be enough. He wanted to taste her everywhere. Her breasts. He wanted to get between her legs and savor every inch of her feminine flesh. And then he wanted to brand her. Pos
as he reluctantly ended
aled it in a long wave, her shoulde
she conceded.
either had he. How could he when he was imagining her in the next bedroom? So f**king close and yet a world
fate was playing on him. Dangling the proverbial carrot in front of his nose only to cruelly yank it away. Wh
hance with her. But now? Now that he'd kissed her, had tasted her, had held her
nted. He hadn't wanted to form relationships even though not doing so was torture in itself.
't, when he was lonely and aching for what could never be, he'd gone to T
hope. If willing it made it happen, then she'd have al
n't even cover it.
t came to Joss. And he
ring one of his T-shirts, a fact that made him absurdly happy, and a pair of pajama bottoms s
, baby," he said
eyes, but not before he saw
call me that,"
't think. I'm sorr
arson had alw
other endearments I'l
a smile flirted with t
. Surely it wasn't
a huge shock. And on the anniversary of Carson's death. He inwardly winced, but then timing wasn't always his friend.
n," she admitted, bring
er eyes as pleasure washed away
" she said, lo
t I int
ht wasn't a
-face, their gazes locked. "It was a dream. My
ound so simple
orward guy, but then you know that already. I've waited long enough, so
as surreal. It was in the abstract. Not real and in my face. I fantasized. I wondered. I even conjured up
any question you want the answer to. But as I warned you last ni
nt the reality. I need to know what thi
"Head over to the breakfast nook. I'l
er palms as if trying to infuse her entire body with its warmth. He'd much rather