B00VQNYV1Y (R) by Maisey Yates Page A

working.”
    His cock was already hard for her. In spite of the argument, or maybe because of it. It was hard to say with Mel. From the moment he’d acknowledged that he wanted her, he’d wanted her every minute after.
    “That’s your solution?” she asked, her voice breathless, “more sex?”
    “It works.”
    And maybe, just maybe, if they went back to the sex, it would erase the ache that he’d felt since he’d walked into her kitchen and smelled the cake. Since he’d walked into that house, and wished for one blinding moment that it was his. That he was coming home to her. But this was more than friendship, more than sex. That it was more than therapy between two screwed up people who couldn’t seem to move on from the disappointments in their past. Or, in his case the disappointments in his present.
    “Sure, but it doesn’t get us anywhere.”
    He kissed her, deep and hard, flexing his hips and pressing his hardened cock against her clit, settling deeper between her thighs. “It’ll get us far enough.”
    She let her head fall back, rough, raw sound on her lips, and he’d never heard or seen anything more beautiful. How had he ever ignored this? How had he ever thought of her as only a friend?
    She squeezed her eyes shut tight and wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging him down and kissing him. He didn’t like that she closed her eyes. Didn’t like that she was trying to shut out everything, their discussion, the reality of the situation. Didn’t like that he put her in the position where she had to do that. But he wasn’t going to fight against it either. He wanted this. He wanted it more than he wanted to be right. More than he wanted to be helpful. He just wanted her. It had nothing to do with helping her break through any walls. Had nothing to do with having her so that no one else could have her. So that no one else could hurt her.
    He was going to hurt her anyway. Like the useless bastard that he was, he was going to break her heart. He knew it. He knew it now. Soon enough that he could still turn back. But he wasn’t going to. He was going to make the bad decision, the wrong decision. He wasn’t going to try hard enough. Because that’s what he did.
    And right now, he didn’t even care.
    He wrenched her top over her head, stripped her bra from her, took her jeans and panties off as quick as he possibly could, baring her beautiful body to his hungry gaze. He needed her, needed this. He was being selfish. And he was owning it.
    “You’re so beautiful.” He lowered his head, tracing her pale pink nipple with the tip of his tongue before drawing it deep into his mouth. “You have no idea. You’ve always been beautiful. I’ve just been blind.”
    She tugged at his shirt, and he helped her, pulling it over his head and casting it to the side before shrugging his shoes, socks and pants off. He pressed himself against her, skin to skin all the way down, and enjoyed the feeling of her, bare and beautiful and perfect. This was perfect. He’d managed to screw up their friendship enough that talking wasn’t working anymore. That sex worked better than casual conversation.
    He couldn’t regret that right now either.
    She moved her delicate fingertips down his back, over his shoulders, as she wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him on, urging him inside of her. He pressed the head of his cock against her slick flesh, testing her, teasing her, teasing them. Then he eased in slowly, so slowly he thought he was going to explode. She was so tight, so hot, so incredibly perfect. He clenched his teeth to keep from losing it completely. He wanted to laugh at himself. For thinking that somehow this was going to help him maintain control. That sleeping with her would have somehow put him in a position to guide her actions when in reality it had taken his ability to direct his own.
    And then he didn’t think at all.
    He was lost in her, in this, in the heat and desire building in his blood. She