right?”
Naomi ran her hand along the slinky fabric. She’d designed this one for herself with Jude in mind.
“And this new haircut we did on you”—Millie reached up and patted the bottom of Naomi’s chin-length bob—“Talk about sexy. Good choice.”
“Thanks. You’re a miracle worker.” Millie was the best hairstylist Naomi knew. There wasn’t much you could do with pin-straight black hair, so Naomi had been pleased.
“Anyway...” Millie picked up a random glass and drained the champagne. “Tell him however you want. But tell him. Honestly, the protective way he is with you, I have to think he wants you too.”
“Protective,” Naomi repeated. “Like I’m his little sister. God, what if he thinks of me that way?”
“Then teach him otherwise. He’s a red-blooded man. Flash him your breasts. He’ll come around.”
“What would Davis think?” she said, more to herself.
“Davis would want you to stop starving yourself of life and happiness. Davis would be sad that you’re denying yourself basic human needs. Now, bless his soul, stop talking about him. Just for tonight, stop thinking about him. Think about Jude.” Millie leaned in and whispered, “Think about what you could do with Jude. My husband is a fine-ass man, but if I were single, I wouldn’t hesitate to hike up that mountain and ride hard.”
Naomi grabbed an opened bottle of champagne and took a swig. “Do you have anything stronger?” If she were going to be numb to the world, then she might as well help herself forget what she was missing out on.
Jude. Naked. Sweating. Groaning with pleasure. Touching her body.
Fucking her.
Oh, God.
“You don’t need alcohol,” Millie said, breaking her thoughts. “You need opportunity. And I have an idea.”
Naomi shook her head. “I don’t like your ideas. They usually end up with me having to apologize to someone.”
And this was too important to screw up. They were talking about Jude. No-nonsense, brilliant Jude. A man whom the national media had labeled “A Man to Watch,” as well as the local media playfully naming him “Denver’s Most Lickable Eligible Bachelor.”
Some might call him intimidating. Only she knew him better than that. He was Jude, the boy she’d watched grow up and transform into a man. He’d matured from tall and thin to tall and beefcake. From shy and awkward to brooding and respected.
From Davis’s best friend to her best friend. And damn it if she didn’t want to be the only one to lick him.
Millie laughed. “True. We’ve had to apologize once or twice. But trust me on this one.”
“What do you have in mind?” Naomi asked, feeling desperate enough to encourage one of her friend’s spontaneous plans.
Millie tapped her chin in deep thought, then something sparked in her eyes. “This is a housewarming party, right? I’ll make up a game and create a way for you to have some alone time with Jude. All you have to do is tell him how you feel and let the ball roll from there.”
“Oh, geez.” The champagne gurgled in her stomach. “What if he isn’t attracted to me and I ruin our friendship? I don’t want to lose him.”
“You won’t. Jude’s a good guy. And you can always blame it on the champagne.”
“Right. Good idea.” Yes, she was incredibly desperate. Her craving for Jude’s touch had grown to where he was all she ever thought about. If she didn’t take a chance tonight, she’d wind up at home in bed, wondering what he was doing with yet another woman. Another date with a woman who wasn’t her.
“Yay!” Millie cheered.
“But wait. How do I go about initiating this? Just say ‘I want to have sex with you. Take me now. Tonight.’”
“Yes. I couldn’t have said it any better.”
CHAPTER TWO
JUDE COLTER HAD HIS hands full of dishes and his back against the kitchen door when he overheard the last part of Naomi and Millie’s conversation.
So she wanted to have sex? Tonight? With someone here?
He did a quick
Naomi ran her hand along the slinky fabric. She’d designed this one for herself with Jude in mind.
“And this new haircut we did on you”—Millie reached up and patted the bottom of Naomi’s chin-length bob—“Talk about sexy. Good choice.”
“Thanks. You’re a miracle worker.” Millie was the best hairstylist Naomi knew. There wasn’t much you could do with pin-straight black hair, so Naomi had been pleased.
“Anyway...” Millie picked up a random glass and drained the champagne. “Tell him however you want. But tell him. Honestly, the protective way he is with you, I have to think he wants you too.”
“Protective,” Naomi repeated. “Like I’m his little sister. God, what if he thinks of me that way?”
“Then teach him otherwise. He’s a red-blooded man. Flash him your breasts. He’ll come around.”
“What would Davis think?” she said, more to herself.
“Davis would want you to stop starving yourself of life and happiness. Davis would be sad that you’re denying yourself basic human needs. Now, bless his soul, stop talking about him. Just for tonight, stop thinking about him. Think about Jude.” Millie leaned in and whispered, “Think about what you could do with Jude. My husband is a fine-ass man, but if I were single, I wouldn’t hesitate to hike up that mountain and ride hard.”
Naomi grabbed an opened bottle of champagne and took a swig. “Do you have anything stronger?” If she were going to be numb to the world, then she might as well help herself forget what she was missing out on.
Jude. Naked. Sweating. Groaning with pleasure. Touching her body.
Fucking her.
Oh, God.
“You don’t need alcohol,” Millie said, breaking her thoughts. “You need opportunity. And I have an idea.”
Naomi shook her head. “I don’t like your ideas. They usually end up with me having to apologize to someone.”
And this was too important to screw up. They were talking about Jude. No-nonsense, brilliant Jude. A man whom the national media had labeled “A Man to Watch,” as well as the local media playfully naming him “Denver’s Most Lickable Eligible Bachelor.”
Some might call him intimidating. Only she knew him better than that. He was Jude, the boy she’d watched grow up and transform into a man. He’d matured from tall and thin to tall and beefcake. From shy and awkward to brooding and respected.
From Davis’s best friend to her best friend. And damn it if she didn’t want to be the only one to lick him.
Millie laughed. “True. We’ve had to apologize once or twice. But trust me on this one.”
“What do you have in mind?” Naomi asked, feeling desperate enough to encourage one of her friend’s spontaneous plans.
Millie tapped her chin in deep thought, then something sparked in her eyes. “This is a housewarming party, right? I’ll make up a game and create a way for you to have some alone time with Jude. All you have to do is tell him how you feel and let the ball roll from there.”
“Oh, geez.” The champagne gurgled in her stomach. “What if he isn’t attracted to me and I ruin our friendship? I don’t want to lose him.”
“You won’t. Jude’s a good guy. And you can always blame it on the champagne.”
“Right. Good idea.” Yes, she was incredibly desperate. Her craving for Jude’s touch had grown to where he was all she ever thought about. If she didn’t take a chance tonight, she’d wind up at home in bed, wondering what he was doing with yet another woman. Another date with a woman who wasn’t her.
“Yay!” Millie cheered.
“But wait. How do I go about initiating this? Just say ‘I want to have sex with you. Take me now. Tonight.’”
“Yes. I couldn’t have said it any better.”
CHAPTER TWO
JUDE COLTER HAD HIS hands full of dishes and his back against the kitchen door when he overheard the last part of Naomi and Millie’s conversation.
So she wanted to have sex? Tonight? With someone here?
He did a quick
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