His arm brushes my shoulder, and my breath hitches, chills exploding across my skin. I know he hears it. I know he feels the reaction my body has to his. He’s not even smirking or gloating. But his lips part, and his breathing quickens.
He’s fighting a losing battle with his self-control, same as I am.
Blood rushes through my ears, and the moment the warm, wet cloth touches my shoulder blade, I moan. I can’t stop it. It feels so good, and I can smell his cologne, and I’m so turned on. Standing here half naked with this man who is looking at me this way, I can’t make sense of anything else.
There is no right or wrong in here.
No notion that this man touching me is my best friend’s brother.
It’s just us, and all I want to do is turn around. Because that’s all it would take for us to cross the line. For me to succumb. Just one simple, swift move.
My hands grasp onto the edge of the sink, holding on so I don’t move.
“Your skin is so pretty,” he says, his voice thick as he continues to clean my back with the cloth, reaching over every few seconds to ring out the paint and rewet it whether it needs it or not. Rivulets of warm water glide down my back and I shudder, my nipples so hard they could cut glass, something I’m positive he sees through the thin material of my bra. “So soft. So smooth. So creamy.” His face dips into the back of my neck. My eyes close and I hold in my breath as he inhales deeply, the way he did before. “Smells so good.”
Fuck! My teeth bite into my bottom lip. I’m ready to explode.
“Brecken,” I beg, but for what I don’t even know anymore.
I’m stuck in some kind of euphoric haze. Desperate for him to reach around, to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. To dip down my belly into my jeans where he’ll find me soaked and ready for him.
He groans, stepping into my back and pressing every hard inch of him into me.
“You want it too, don’t you?”
His lips meet my neck, trailing open mouth kisses up and down before stopping under my ear. Harsh pants spill past my lips as I shake uncontrollably. I lean back, arching my neck to give him better access and closing my eyes because looking at him doing this to me is just too much.
“This cannot happen right now, Rina. As you said, we’ll be interrupted very shortly. But let me tell you this now so there is no more confusion. Fuck the warnings and fuck the rules. I’m dying for you. However you’ll let me have you, I want you. You feel that?” he thrusts his hard cock into my ass, and I moan, my body quivering. “I know you want me just as much. Think about it. Dream about it. Get yourself off to it. And when you’re ready, come find me. I’ll be waiting.”
15
rina
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Margot exclaims in a dramatic sigh as she slinks down onto the seat beside me at our usual brunch spot. We’re all bundled up for end of September Boston weather, but this is likely the last time we’ll be able to eat al fresco like this.
“At least you changed,” I remark, taking in her black sweater and jeans that live in her work locker.
“Dude, I freaking had to. Night shifts with a full moon, right? But Drew had the coolest abscess ever. I mean, it was like the size of my fist and when he lanced it practically burst with black and green pus. Have you ever seen black pus? It’s—”
The woman at the table next to ours hisses, sending Margot a scathing look.
“Sorry,” she murmurs contritely to the woman before turning back to us. “Sometimes I forget about the whole inappropriate table conversation thing.”
“Honestly, I was riveted,” Halle teases. “But then again, I’m not so sure Aria was. And obviously the other patrons of this fine establishment don’t share our enthusiasm for all things humanoidily nasty.”
“Humanoidily?” Aria questions.
Halle hitches up a shoulder, running her hands through her long copper strands before piling them on top of her head in a messy bun. “Whatever. You got my point. You should hear me and Jonah at dinner.”
“Same with me and Drew.”
My head flies in Margot’s direction, because though we all know they’re BFFs and that they secretly love each other while refusing to admit it, that not so insignificant comment felt like something. Especially with the small blush she has growing across her freckled cheeks. I wonder if their relationship is finally starting to move beyond that one kiss.
I raise an eyebrow that she readily ignores.
“Well, Wes knows better with me,” Aria claims. “The second he starts in about his ‘cool trauma surgery’, I get up and leave. You’re lucky I love you and my iced coffee, Margot, otherwise it would have ended up in your lap.”
“Fantastic, but can we order? I need coffee if I’m going to run my errands and not pass out in the grocery store while standing up. And food. Lawd, I’m starving. I can never eat on night shifts.”
“Me either,” I admit. “My stomach just doesn’t do it. Unless my patient codes.”
“Ice cream sundaes,” both Halle and Margot say in unison, cracking up.
“If I had ice cream every time a patient coded, I’d be huge,” Margot states. “Working in the ED sucks sometimes.”
“Are y’all coming to Jonah’s birthday party?” Halle asks, changing the subject just as our waiter comes by. We all order our food before she turns back to us expectantly.
“I’m not sure. So far I haven’t been able to switch my shift with anyone.” I grimace sheepishly.
“Drew and I will be there.”
“Wes has to work too, but I’ll come. Probably with Breck if I can get him out of his office earlier than ten. He’s been working these crazy hours this past week.”
The mention of Brecken makes me do two complete opposite things at once. First—my nipples tighten and my core clenches while my stomach swarms with butterflies. Second—I inwardly wince with a pang of guilt and stare down at my empty place setting. It’s an odd combination to battle and neither feels all that spectacular. Well, I mean, the first one feels good, but the whole guilt thing drowns the pleasure from it.
“Oh, and while I’m thinking of it, thanks again for helping to paint. After you boogied out, he kept talking about how good the place looked and how glad he was that you came to help because the whole thing got done that much quicker.”
And suddenly why do I wish he had told Aria he propositioned me in his powder room? I’ve been avoiding Brecken for a week now. That seems to be what I do with him. We have an encounter, then I run off and subsequently avoid him. Then we have another encounter, and the cycle repeats itself. Except with every new encounter, our whatever the hell we have going on, gets ratcheted up to the next level.
He told me to think about it. It, as in having sex with him. Again.
And believe me, I have.
He told me to get myself off to it. Done. Dream about it? Yup, I’ve been there too.
But I haven’t sought him out.
I’ve held firm, avoiding the coffee shop I know he goes to because I’ve seen him in there. I’m careful when walking around our neighborhood because I’m afraid if I just bump into him, even on the street—