Not Just Friends (Hot in the City #3) - T. Gephart Page 0,33

opportunity to make Presley come, that was a chance I was not passing up.

Not.

A.

Chance.

And how was I rewarded for my good behavior? Condemned to sleep beside her with the silky torture device sitting on the floor while she lay naked. Oh, and I still had her voice ringing in my ear, my name repeated in a breathy moan as I’d made her come.

I needed to go to church.

Or confession.

Or, at the very least, gargle some fucking holy water because it was going to take a miracle for me to lose the hard-on. And hopefully at some point I would regain the feeling in my legs.

But sleep.

Not happening.

A soft and feminine moan notched up my misery, Presley not sharing the same predicament. Sated and sleepy, it hadn’t taken too long till her breathing evened out and she was asleep like she’d been when I’d walked in. But it had been a few hours, and a casual look at my phone had clued me in that it was getting closer to afternoon, the rest of the morning slipping away.

“Did you sleep?” I felt her turn, my eyes still glued to the ceiling as she shuffled closer to me.

“A little.” Which wasn’t a lie if you counted the time I got on the couch before she’d noticed me. That was before my plan went to shit, and sleeping was still a possibility.

My eyes dipped down, treated to the skin on display and I was grateful she was taking it easy on me. The parts that had started most of the trouble were kept under wraps, her body encased in a fluffy white cocoon.

“You want some coffee?” I asked, deciding I needed to get out of the bed before I made a decision I wasn’t sure would be a bad one. “I can go get us some breakfast if you want?”

“Coffee sounds amazing,” she groaned, unintentionally—or not, who knew anymore—making shit worse. “No breakfast though, I’m more of a lunch girl but feel free to help yourself.”

Oh, I wanted to help myself, just not to the contents of her pantry.

“Yep, coffee. Anything else?” I hesitated, because I was a masochist and clearly hated having functioning balls.

And that’s where I underestimated myself, my eyes connecting with hers and I knew whatever I’d been trying to avoid was happening. I didn’t even give her a chance to respond, pressing my mouth to hers in what was supposed to be a gentle good morning. Instead it turned into a dirty how-are-ya that was going to undo all the good work I’d done by not sleeping with her.

“I’m so glad you didn’t get weird again,” she mumbled against my lips. “I didn’t want to have to go ahead and call your mot—”

“Don’t you dare say it,” I warned, chuckling. “We agreed.”

She nodded silently, moving her mouth to mine. It was slower this time, the kiss less urgent probably on account she’d been the one controlling the tempo.

“Look, we can both agree that when it comes to you, I’m incredibly bad at saying no.” I blew out a breath. “And while I’m still not convinced this is the right thing to do, I’m not sure I want to stop.”

She deserved my honesty, to know what the fuck was going on in my mind. And while it probably would’ve been better if we could go back to not touching each other, I wasn’t sure I was capable.

“It doesn’t have to stop,” she breathed into my mouth, the heat of her lips driving me fucking crazy. “If this is what we both want, what’s the harm?”

Ironic I’d asked myself that exact question a million times.

We were two consenting adults and if we wanted to fuck each other’s brains out, then who the hell cared? Except with Presley it wasn’t just sex, the fallout monumental if it all went bad.

“The harm is, I don’t want to fuck this up. You trust me, Pres, and I trust you. We’re friends. You throw sex into the mix, shit gets complicated. This isn’t even about Tibbs anymore. It’s about you. I don’t want to be another jerk in your history.”

There’d been more than a few, her taste in men just as bad as her brother’s taste in women. And while it was completely her prerogative to be with men who let her down, I wasn’t going to be adding my name to that list.

She’d obviously been expecting something else, the reason I’d been keeping my distance taking her by surprise. “You’d never be another jerk.