The line between friends and lovers can get a little blurry…especially when you add tequila.
Gabby is serious about her search for Mr. Right, but no one can say she hasn’t had a good time looking. She enjoys her numerous dates and the sex that comes with them. Until she finds herself falling for the one man she vows to never love. Her best friend and roommate, Justin. A player in every sense of the word—and a reminder of her awful past.
One night, with the help of a bottle of tequila, things get a little too hot for comfort. She moves out, intent on removing him from the line of temptation.
Justin has different plans. The tequila did more than just change how he sees his good friend. It made him realize he doesn’t want to be just friends any more. He’s ready for something more intimate, and he’ll do whatever it takes to find out why she’s running. And convince her to stay.
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Justin’s heart thundered in his chest as the almost crippling desire he had for Gabby consumed him. She was going to let him make love to her. She’d given him the green light.
He slid his hands down to her ass, lifting her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his hips. His tongue plunged deep into the warmth of her mouth to explore the hot and moist interior.
The rub of her breasts against his chest had his cock hardening further, nestling snug against the softness of her bottom.
He moved them toward the bedroom, groaning when she sucked his tongue into her mouth and squeezed her thighs tighter around him. He kicked open the half-closed door to his bedroom, then kicked it shut again. He moved them toward his bed, stumbling over his work boots.
He fell onto the bed, rolling to take the brunt of the fall, which brought Gabby on top of him.
Straddling him, she tore her mouth off him and sat up. She reached for the hem of her shirt, jerking it above her head.
The V of her black satin bra pushed her breasts together to display an impressive amount of cleavage.
His mouth watered and he lifted his hands to tug away the cups of the bra.
Her pert breasts fell free, the light pink tips already textured and hard for his mouth. She was so damn pretty, sensual in a subtle way. A way most men probably wouldn’t discover until they had her naked.
He opened his mouth, needing to tell her how sexy she was.
“What about Steven?” How the hell had he allowed himself to ask that instead?
She gave a soft laugh as she reached up to pinch her nipples lightly. His cock twitched and he drew in a harsh breath at the sight.
“I broke up with him.”
“You did? When? Why didn’t you say something?” he choked out.
“Last night.” She lowered her body downward, until her breasts were just above his face. “At dinner—”
He captured one pink tip between his lips, causing her to break off as he suckled her deep. Christ, she tasted sweet. He smiled, loving the way she gasped and writhed above him.
“At dinner,” she continued breathily. “Oh…told me why…oh God…oral sex could never be part of our relationship. He has a clitoris phobia.”
Her nipple popped from his mouth with a loud suctioning sound. He stared at her for a moment, astounded by her statement.
“Are you shitting me?”
She sighed and drew a finger down the center of his chest. “You think someone can make this stuff up?”
“What an idiot,” he growled and grasped her hips, rolling her again until she was beneath him.
Her green eyes narrowed slightly as she stared up at him and her tongue swept across swollen lips.
“My sentiments exactly. So I immediately ended it.”
Justin drew in an unsteady breath, his chest tightening at the playfulness and desire in her gaze.
He ran the palm of his hand over her stomach, taking a moment to dip his finger into her navel.
“You should know that I’m nothing like The Suit, and am actually quite fond of the clitoris.” He skimmed his hand across the waistband of the jeans riding low on her hips.
Her stomach rose as she sucked in a breath, her lips curling into a challenging smile. “I know you are.”
“You do?” He dipped a finger below the waistband, smoothing it back and forth against her silky skin.
Her hips lifted slightly against his light touch. Further aroused and amused by her response, he moved his hand to cup her pussy through her jeans.
“Mmm. You told me.” Her lashes lowered, veiling her gaze. “And I heard you once or twice…with
other women. It certainly sounded like you knew what you were doing.”
She’d heard him. The idea of it both intrigued him, and yet sent a rush of regret through him.
“Yeah? You didn’t get weirded out?”
“No. I got horny,” she admitted bluntly with a soft laugh. Her lashes fluttered upward again. “And then later I got jealous.”
Justin blinked in surprise, the naked vulnerability in her gaze at her admission momentarily robbing him of response. She had no reason to be jealous. Those times with other women had just been an outlet for the one woman he couldn’t have. Gabby.
He hadn’t been with another woman since that night with her. He opened his mouth to tell her, but lost all thought when she covered his hand, pressing his palm harder against her swollen sex.
“But I have you right now,” she whispered. “And that’s all that matters.”
The vulnerability that had slipped over her stunned him. It wasn’t her. Gabby was a rock. Nothing shook her.
The urge to reassure her rushed through him and he lowered his head to drop a kiss on her stomach.
He bracketed her waist with his hands and brushed his lips across her bare flesh.
Her body trembled under his mouth and her fingers slipped into his hair to clutch him.
Dipping his tongue into the crater of her navel, he deftly unsnapped her jeans and tugged down the zipper.
She lifted her hips off the bed and slipped her hands down to help push off her pants.
Justin tugged them the rest of the way down her legs and tossed them to the ground, never taking his gaze off her. How could he? Damn, she was sexy.
Her skin was pale, dotted with freckles in areas that he’d have a good time kissing. Her slim hips were covered by black satin panties cut high on her thighs and her breasts spilled over her bra.
It wasn’t enough. He needed to see all of her. See Gabby completely naked, with no secrets.