His eyes flare wide for a hot second, and then his pupils dilate, until I feel like I could see the universe in their depths if I looked closely enough. His hand moves to my waist, and then I’m backed against the chipped green countertop. “If we do this?” he prompts.
His erection is pressing against my lower belly, and that isnotwhere I want it.
I want it lower.
Between my thighs.
“If we do this”—I repeat, arching my hips into him and making him swear out a soft oath—“it’s one time only. When Junie isn’t here. There’s no dinner. There’s no talking. There’s no staying. There’s no acknowledging this ever happened in public.”
His fingers are digging into my hips while we rock our bodies against each other through the clothes. “Agreed.”
“And you have to leave. Now. Before Junie sees you out here.”
“Maisey—”
“Now.”
“Are you going to blow me off?” His rough question hits a spot in my heart that’s ached entirely too much in the past year or so. Usually that part only activates for Junie, but here it is, wanting to hug a man who’s dry humping me in a run-down bunkhouse.
“Maybe.”
“Maisey—”
“Maybe.”My bra is too tight. I can’t get enough air. And I don’t want enough air. I want him to touch me and make me feel good and lose my mind. “I won’t lie to you. I’m turned on and ready and willing andI cannot do this while my daughter is home. I can’t. Ishouldn’tdo it at all, and I’m honest-to-God afraid I’ll hate myself for giving in, butI want you. I want you, but I promised her stability, and I won’t—I can’t—”
He cuts me off with another of those searing kisses that I feel from my lips to my toes.
I don’t know if he’s trying to stifle myI can’ts or if he’s turned on by me being ridiculously overprotective of my close-to-grown daughter.
I just know when he grips my hair and tilts my head back and thrusts his tongue in my mouth while he’s rocking his hard cock against my pubic bone, I want to strip myself naked and ask him to feast on my pussy the way he’s feasting on my mouth.
I want him to be rough.
I want him to be thorough.
I want him to eat me like he’s starving and only every last drop of my climax will satisfy him.
I whimper as I kiss him back, clutching his shoulders, trying to push myself up onto the counter so I can spread my legs and rub my clit against his hard, thick length.
Not enough.
Notnearlyenough.
He breaks out of the kiss with anotherFuck me, I want you.
I can’t catch my breath.
And when I look up into his dark, hooded, slightly unfocused eyes—
Oh God.
I’m in so much trouble.
Junie first,I remind myself.Junie first. I can’t do this.
She’s not here,silky-smooth temptation whispers back.One romp in the sheets when you know it’s a one-time thing to work an emotionally unavailable man out of your system will not hurt her.
Is my libido lying to me?
