And Shelly was thebestat couch-snuggling.
In fact, she was the only woman I ever couch-snuggled with.
I’d always kept her in a special category, separate from other women.
Shelly mattered to me too much to risk her over a quick fuck.
But now I slid the idea around in my mind.
She wanted me to take her home tonight.
Should I?
Hell no.
This wasShelly.
She was theoneline I wasn’t supposed to cross.
And the feeling in my cock right now wasexactlyhow you ruin something good.
The more important question was, would I?
I looked at her face. Nervous, determined, all in.
And I knew I was already screwed.
Because if I took her home, I wouldn’t be able to pretend she was like the others.
And if I didn’t… I was going to risk losing her in my life.
I could see that in the fire in her eyes.
There’d been something sparking between us for years.
That’s when the feral part of me took over.
Fuck first. Regret later.
All my restraint snapped loose.
Not the part of me that chased women for a good time.
But the part hidden deep inside me that had been holding back from her for years.
“Maybe it’s time we found out,” I growled quietly, even as my chest tightened, warning me I wasn’t going to walk away from this one clean.
I closed the distance between us. Then reached out and tucked one loose curl back from her cheek, letting my fingertips drag lightly across her face as I did it.
Her breath caught, a shiver running through her.
Shedoeswant to fuck me.
The confirmation shot straight down my spine, then landed in my cock.
“Are you serious right now, Shelly-Rae?” I growled quietly.
Her throat moved when she swallowed, but she didn’t look away.
