I shifted uncomfortably. He was my friend who was just helping me out in a bind. I wasn’t allowed to be turned on by his touch. We weren’t like that.
A moan slipped involuntarily from my lips and I opened my eyes wide in surprise.
He smirked down at me, but then his gaze drifted lower and his pupils flared out. I swallowed, and for a passing second, I wanted to let go of the towel and find out what he’d do.
But then he forced his gaze back on my hair and I felt stupid for letting myself get swept up into a moment that was just a product of a ridiculous situation.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Chapter Ten
ADAM
I rolledover onto my back with a huff of frustration. I’d been lying in bed for over an hour, unable to fall asleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about Lyla.
Jesus.
Images of her sprawled out in the tub, tits on full display, flashed through my mind for the millionth time. It wasn’t even the image of her half-naked body that was burned into my brain. No, it was her little moan of pleasure as I washed her hair that kept playing on repeat in my head.
And I was dying to make her do it again.
Preferably with my tongue, or my hand. Or better yet, as I plowed into her soft, wet pussy.
My dick twitched, obviously loving that idea. I closed my eyes,letting my hand disappear under the waistband of my shorts. My cock was painfully hard as I gripped it and ran my hand up and down the shaft.
Was I really going to jerk off to thoughts of Lyla?
I scoffed. Although, if I was being honest, it wasn’t like it would be the first time.
She was supposed to be just a friend. So why couldn’t I stop thinking about her as more?
I knew all the reasons we couldn’t—or shouldn’t—go there, but it didn’t stop me from wanting it. And fuck did I want it. So bad. And I had no idea what to do with that realization.
It was probably a good thing I had to go back to work. Even though I wanted to be here with her, I needed some space before I did or said something I couldn’t take back.
I continued to stroke myself as I imagined walking into her room and climbing under the blankets, pulling her into my arms. I’d kiss and touch her until I could hear her sweet little moans again. I moved my hand faster as I thought about how I would slowly slide inside her. How she would beg for me to thrust into her. Harder. Faster.
Dammit dammit dammit. This was so wrong. I shouldn’t be thinking about any of this, but I couldn’t seem to stop either.
“Fuuuuck,” I gritted out as the force of my orgasm tore through me.
And that was it. I was totally fucked. Because I thought relieving some of the tension would help me stop thinking about her, but all it did was welcome more dirty thoughts into my head.
I got up and took a cold shower, hoping that would help. But the problem wasn’t just sexual. I wanted to hold her in my arms, kiss her, spend every waking moment with her. I wanted to be more than just her friend. The guys were right—I was in complete denial, and I had no idea what to do.
But what I did know was that I couldn’t keep pretending I only wanted to be her friend.
I clearedthe top step of the firehouse and glanced around at the guys in the common area. “I need help getting out of the friend zone.”
Shocked expressions slowly morphed into smug smirks.
Zack jumped to his feet wearing a huge smile. “About time. I have so many ideas.”
I shook my head. “Not taking advice from the only other single guy here. I want to hear their opinions.” I pointed at Jay, Logan, and Seth.
Seth shrugged. “Give her a potted plant, or make her a playlist on your phone.”
Nope. Neither of those would work. “She’d kill a plant within days, and she already has complete control of my music when we’re together.”
