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Joe’s little sister.”
“There goes the broken record again.”
“What I mean is… I can’t just…have sex with you. It wouldn’t be right.”
“Don’t just have sex with me, then.”
“I’m not up for anything else right now, Marj. I wish I were. Truly, I do. I just don’t have it in me. I may never have it in me.”
“If my brothers can get through this, so can you.”
“Your brothers are three of the strongest men I know.”
“And you don’t think you’re as strong as they are?”
Bryce paced around the kitchen, his hair a mass of sandy-blond waves. “I’d like to think I am. I wish I were.”
“Are you attracted to me?”
He chuckled at that one. “Can’t you tell?”
“Tell you what. Let’s just be two people tonight. We won’t be Marjorie and Bryce. We’ll be two lost souls who come together. We don’t even have to say each other’s names.”
He regarded me then, his gaze scanning my body from top to bottom. My nipples hardened.
“Can you do that?”
“I can do that. The question is, can you stop seeing the little girl who once had yellow unicorns on her wall?”
“God, I want you so fucking much.”
“Then take me. Take what I’m offering. Just for tonight. No names. Just two people who need each other.”
He stepped toward me then, grabbing me. In an instant, his lips were back on mine, this time more feral than before. He thrust his tongue deeply into my mouth, exploring every crevice of it, running it over my teeth, my gums, the inside of my cheeks, all the while twirling it around my own. My skin prickled, and a flaming arrow shot right into my core. My pussy was on fire. Already I could feel the wetness. My nipples ached for him. My whole body ached for him.
And still we kissed.
Our mouths still fused together, I began moving backward, leading him out of the kitchen and down the hallway into my bedroom. He took over the lead, opening the door and pushing me inside, and then he closed the door quietly.
And still we kissed.
I finally pulled away and inhaled a desperate breath. I gazed into Bryce’s blue eyes, and I ached at the pain and sadness I saw in them. If I could take away that pain and sadness for one night, I would. Yes, I wanted this for my own reasons, and I wanted it for much more than one night. But now, this particular time meant even more to me. I wanted to ease his pain, take away everything that had ever hurt him. I touched my palm to his cheek.
“Bryce…”
“Shhh.” He turned his cheek and kissed my palm. “No names, remember?”
Right. No names. My idea. My stupid idea, because now, I wanted more than anything in the world to hear Bryce say my name, to tell me he wanted me, Marjorie.
I’d made my bed, though.
No names.
Tonight I would give this man my body.
Tomorrow I’d deal with the consequences.
Chapter Fourteen
Bryce
No pink walls. No unicorns. No posters of food and chefs. This was a stranger’s room—a beautiful stranger who had invited me in. Into her room…and into her body.
The stranger had long dark hair, warm chocolate-brown eyes, and dark-pink lips. She was tall, with perfectly shaped tits, narrow hips, and long slender legs—legs I imagined resting on my shoulders while I devoured what was between them.
The stranger gazed at me, her hand on my cheek, and her eyes—was it my imagination? Or were those lovely warm eyes shadowed with a touch of sorrow?
I didn’t know why that surprised me. She had been through just as much as I had.
Stop.
We were just two strangers helping each other through a rough time. Period.
I reached forward and caressed her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath my fingers, and I trailed my index finger over her jawline. I traced her swollen lips, and she puckered, kissing the tip of my finger.
Should I let her take the lead?
Stop.
We were strangers. I’d take the lead. I always took the lead in a sexual encounter. I pulled her red T-shirt over her head. She wore a white lace bra, hard nipples protruding through the satiny fabric. I flicked one, and her short gasp morphed into a moan.
“Take off your bra,” I said, my voice even lower than usual.
She obeyed me, unclasping the back and letting it fall off her shoulders onto the floor.
Her breasts were plump and perfectly formed, the brown nipples at attention. I’d seen them before—