He sighed heavily as he pulled her into the room, closed the door behind them, and helped her to the bed.
She pulled him with her as she “fell” and her nose lingered at his chest. She inhaled him, loving his masculine scent. “Mmm,” she moaned as her hands moved from his pecs to his waistline, fingers hooking through the loops of his jeans. Her face came up and she stared into his green eyes as he braced one hand by her head, keeping his weight off her.
“Damn, Sunflower, you’re trashed,” he scowled.
“Are you mad, Cap?” she asked him. Cap, short for captain, was her nickname for her favorite QB ever.
“No, I’m not mad, Madi. I’m glad you’re here with me and not some jerk who’d just hurt you right now,” he grumbled and attempted to pull his weight off her. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, stilling him, and arched her hips into his, feeling a hardness between them. She internally squealed, the squeal of victory.
“Mmm,” she moaned again, “me too.”
He visibly shuddered as she rubbed herself against his erection, mesmerized by the feel of it digging into her upper thigh. She’d never felt one before and was incredibly curious at its shape and size.
“M-Madi, you can’t do that.” He groaned aloud.
“Why not?”
The way he sighed and closed his eyes as she continued made her entire body shiver in electric spikes. She felt her sex awaken and his eyes darkened as she bit into her lip. He licked his lips, and she knew now was the time to act. She leaned into his chest and planted her lips on his.
The growl that escaped his throat was beastly and only spurred her desire on as her hand moved up his chest to his jaw and into his hair. His plump lips kissed hers back, much to her delight. She angled her head, deepening the kiss and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Madi stroked her tongue across Brett’s and when she did, she realized she’d started something she wasn’t sure she was ready for.
The reserved Brett was gone and, in his place, a feral tiger prowled eager for his kill. Another deep growl hit his chest, and she felt it rumble as she gripped his shirt in her fist. His tongue moved rapidly across hers as he kissed her like a man starved. He stretched his body out atop her own, pressing her into the mattress of her twin bed. Another moan hit her lips as he captured the back of her head in his palm and his lips and tongue tortured hers in an erotic dance of liquid electricity that jolted through her veins relentlessly.
They were kissing—passionately, hungrily—and he was loving it as much as she was; she’d never been happier. He was insatiable as his tongue made love to hers. When she pulled back for a breath, she gasped as his hand grabbed for her breast and kneaded it with eager fingertips. Her body was on fire and she wanted to be engulfed by it, by him.
“Oh Brett,” she whimpered as his mouth took hers again. “Yes, baby, I want you. I want…” she trailed off as he pulled back suddenly and abruptly.
His eyes were sad, regretful, distant as he began to pull his body from her own. She gripped him, feeling bereft as he began to untangle her legs from his waist.
“Madi, no. Stop! We can’t do this right now.”
The crushing pain that ripped through her being threatened to destroy her as she swallowed down her disappointment. She’d been wrong about how he felt about her. He didn’t want her. Not like this. He was pushing her away. He was rejecting what she’d selflessly just offered up to him. He’d put her safely back into the friendzone, where she belonged. And her heart completely shattered.
He seemed to sense it and asked, “Are you ok? Are you gonna be sick? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you, angel. I just—” he stopped talking and cupped her cheek. “I’ll go now. Get some sleep, ok?” He popped up off the bed quickly, adjusting himself and looking completely miserable.
As he left her on her bed still reeling, he took her last shred of hope with him.
That was eight years ago, and the pain of that rejection still swamped her.
“Madi,” Brett’s voice called to her and the light caress of his fingertips lit something back to life within her. How could his touch still do that to her? And with her being recently widowed? She felt guilty for it, didn’t understand it, didn’t understand her heart. Hadn’t she been hurt enough? Hadn’t she survived enough pain? Now her body had decided it wanted to go back down a road that’d been a dead end. She was angry all the sudden and didn’t know why or how to respond to these yearning feelings she was having—yet again—for her best friend of twenty years.
His stroking on her skin made her sex tingle, and she moaned aloud. He stopped and gaped at her. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, pulling his hand from her arm.
Oh, dear lord, I really am losing my mind. “Uh, um, no, I uh, I think I just…I must be sore from our workout earlier.”
Brett frowned, doubtfully. It hadn’t been a strenuous workout or one she wasn’t used to, but she played it off. She giggled even through a blush. “I guess I’m softer than I thought. A week in bed will do that, huh?” She shrugged.
“C’mon now, Wonder Woman. You got an image to uphold.” He winked and again she felt herself swooning internally. Holy shit, what’s wrong with me?
It could be that she missed being touched and held and kissed; having an attractive man around made her miss the physical side of Hunter. Or her feelings for Brett, the feelings she thought she’d tapped down years ago, were resurfacing. That
