Be honest. You'd do him against the bathroom door.
True.
Sad, but true.
When had she become so darned horny?
Roughly an hour ago.
It was like her brain was melting down in her skull. Maybe he was wearing one of those pheromone sprays. Surely that was it.
And all those muscles. Those certainly didn't hurt.
She heard him move away, down the hall, shut the bedroom door. A steady stream of dark brown elixir hit the bottom of the carafe with a satisfying gurgle.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She honestly wasn't sure how much willpower she had around this man. He was both the friend she remembered and built like the god of her dreams. Being in such a small space, with the soft lighting, well, it was cozy.
She simply needed to remember that the walls were paper thin, and David's next-door neighbors were all of ten feet away. Definitely not a private atmosphere.
Would a round of vigorous sex make the RV shake?
Sabrina snickered to herself.
“What has you so amused?”
His voice, so close and deep, startled her and she spun.
“I—” she snapped her mouth closed. Heat flooded her cheeks. She couldn't tell him exactly what she'd been thinking, could she?
A dark brow lifted in question. The way his gaze was locked on her face, the ease of facial muscles, he was intrigued.
And God help her, so was she. More than intrigued.
With him looming so close she had to tip her chin up, it was as if he'd stolen all the oxygen in the room.
At least he'd put on clothes. Sort of. His bare chest peaked from beneath a plaid button up shirt and sent her temperature spiking. What could she say, she was a sucker for jeans and a naked torso on a man.
“I was just thinking how close your neighbors are.”
“Yeah.” He glanced out the window over the stove. “These sites are tighter than some of the parks I've been in.”
“I guess it's okay as long as there aren't noise complaints.”
There went that brow again. She found herself wanting to trace it with her fingertip. Hell, she wanted to nip her way down that chiseled cheek to his angled jaw. She might just nibble his ear lobe.
“You thinking about making some noise?” His voice was like rich, dark chocolate and laced with humor.
This man was different from the one who'd changed Celita's tire with brutal efficiency.
This man made her swoon.
Danger. Danger.
Sirens went off in her head.
Remember the neighbors. Paper thin walls. Fifteen years of history to discuss.
Right. She turned to the mugs and braced her hands against the edge of the counter. What was happening to her?
Sure, she'd felt attraction before. She knew exactly what lust was. She'd even felt it blossom into love. But this was... incendiary.
This was a full body flush that felt more like wildfire, leaving her needy and panting.
Right now, at this moment, she'd give anything to feel his touch.
The sirens went off again. Red, white and blue lights swirling around in her head with a sharp blast indicating danger. Alert. Mayday.
“Sabrina?”
He was closer.
The coffee maker gave one last sputter and the dribbling stopped. The delicious aroma wafted over her and she took a deep breath. She hadn't realized how much noise the machine had been producing but everything now seemed extra quiet.
Extra intimate.
Did he feel it? The pull? The connection zinging between them like a live wire? Did he notice the sound of her breath the way she did his?
The awareness of him, standing so close but not quite touching her, it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
And then, as if he could read her mind and was answering her silent prayers, he hooked a hand over her shoulder.
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A tiny amount of pressure had Sabrina pivoting toward him. Somehow, David was even warmer than she was and that was saying something.
Fire licked up and down her arms, flamed across her chest, down to the tips of her breasts. It was a living, breathing thing, consuming her and the look in his eyes only fed the beast.
“Forget about the coffee.” His words were soft and rough, barely above a whisper.
That sounded like an excellent idea to her. Most excellent.
She swayed toward him.
“I can't believe...” She broke off her words and dropped her gaze to his chest. The smattering of dark hair over thick muscle fascinated her. Where had he been keeping himself?
“What?”
“You're here.” She dared another glance into eyes she knew as well as her own. “You're you.”
Somehow, it was like the last fifteen years had collapsed in on themselves and they'd never been apart. Did he feel it too?
There'd always been an ease between them...until high school that is.
She ached just thinking about how strained things had become between them.
His hand trailed down the outside of her arm and then settled over the curve of her waist. He'd never...they'd never touched like this before.
“I'm here and I'm me. And you're you. So grown up.”
She laughed at that and the corner of his sinful mouth turned up in a grin. Gracious.
He might think she looked grown up but inside she had all the hormones and jitters of a seventeen-year-old girl. A seventeen-year-old girl who'd had a massive crush on her best friend.
“I could say the same thing about you.” Reaching out, she gripped the edge of his shirt and gave it a little tug. “Where'd you find all these muscles?”
“In the Navy.”
She smiled. “Now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head.”
His thumb brushed back and forth against her side, teasing her. Letting go of his shirt, she slid a palm against his skin.
“What about you?”
She lifted her gaze from where she’d been studying his chest. He was checking her out. “That's a long story.”
His brows lifted.
“I met a guy during my freshman year. He was overweight like I was.” She paused as the memories assaulted her. So many happy memories. So many hard, sad moments that threatened to steal her breath.
“You don't
