“Oh dear God.” Kelsey fans herself. “Did the teasing lead to anything?”
I bite my bottom lip. “I, uh, I ended up dry-humping him to completion.”
“Both of you?” Lottie asks, and I nod. “Well . . . that’s it then, you just opened it all up for him to take control.”
“Yup,” Kelsey says. “And then with the towel thing. He has his mind set, and you need to decide if you’re going to let it happen or not.”
“I . . . I really don’t know. I don’t want to lose him.” He’s told me he’s loved me for years, and it’s always been in friendship, but lately...lately it’s felt like more. But how can I know the difference? And what if I’m not enough for him sexually and his interest in me dwindles like Brian’s did?What if I lose him too?“If what you say is true, and he’s trying to coax me into a relationship, what happens if he doesn’t believe we work? As a couple? I don’t think I could manage him not being in my life.”
“Sometimes the best relationship comes from a strong friendship as the foundation,” Kelsey says. “That’s how it was with me and JP. We got really close, and I thought he was a great friend. Crossing that line felt natural to me.”
“It doesn’t feel natural to me,” I answer.
Lottie taps her chin. “I think Breaker is going to help you see just how natural it can be.”
* * *
Breaker:Just got off work. Headed to your place.
Lia:Are you really just going to invite yourself over?
Breaker:As if I needed an invite to begin with.
Lia:Maybe you need one now.
Breaker:Fine . . . Lia, can I come over and play?
Lia:What does “play” entail?
Breaker:Games. *eye roll*
Lia:Okay, as long as we’re playing games. I can cook up some tortellini if you want. I got the fresh kind.
Breaker:Serve me a bowl. I’m making a quick stop.
Lia:What are you getting?
Breaker:Dessert.
Lia:Okay, see you soon.
* * *
“Hey,”Breaker says, walking into my apartment. I glance over my shoulder just in time to see him remove his suit jacket, revealing his tight-fitting button-up shirt where the top few buttons are undone, hinting at his firm chest. “Smells good.”
“Oh, thanks,” I say as I turn around and face the stove, my face heating from the mere sight of him.
He walks into the kitchen, comes right up behind me, and places his hand on my hip while looking over my shoulder. I’m immediately aroused, and that annoys me. I shouldn’t be this insane about the man. I should be able to control myself, but it seems like the girls are right. It’s next to impossible to control yourself around the Cane men.
His hand slides under my shirt and grips my waist as he says, “Want me to grab drinks?”
“Uh, yeah.” I gulp. “That would be helpful.”
“Okay.” He then lowers his face to my neck and places the lightest of kisses on my skin. “You smell amazing, by the way.”
And then he pulls away, and I’m left stirring the sauce rather frantically as I try to control my pulse, which has skyrocketed.
It’s the little things with him.
