“Jake, get off me.”
Her words dragged him from his daydream, which was just as well, as he was growing hard again. She shoved him in the chest and reluctantly he pulled out of her, a residual ripple of pleasure running through his body. He tucked himself away and zippered his pants. He was nearly fully dressed while Kim was naked. His cock jerked at the sight, all ready for round two.
He wanted to say something. Tell her she was wonderful, that he loved her, and that everything would be great now.
Then he glanced at her face and decided he’d better wait.
Taking a step back, he studied her and tried to understand what was going through her mind. Usually her feelings were clear for all to see, but right now, her face had a shuttered look. He allowed his gaze to drift down over the rest of her; her nipples were still tight, her legs sprawled open so he could see the sable curls glistening with moisture. She snapped them closed.
She was shy. He’d soon cure her of that. A weekend in bed with him and she wouldn’t be shy anymore.
She glared at him. “How come you got to keep your clothes on?”
“Next time, I’ll strip naked.”
“Next time?”
She glanced down the line of his body, her eyes widening when they reached his erection already straining at the fly of his pants.
“No freaking way. No more samples.” She slid off the desk, wobbled, and put out a hand for balance. Breathing in deeply, she stood for a moment, then looked around her. Without glancing at him again, she crossed to where her sweats lay on the floor and put them on. Jake considered suggesting the move to the sofa, but she was already pulling her top over her head. She twisted her arms behind her back to fasten it, thrusting her breasts out.
He wanted her all over again. But something in her demeanor warned him not to push it. Still, he had to say something.
“Kim—”
She held up a hand. “I’m going for a shower.”
“Then we talk?”
“Probably not.”
And she turned and stalked away.
Chapter Five
Holy freaking moly.
Luckily, she didn’t meet anybody between the penthouse and the basement. She was still on autopilot as she entered the changing rooms.
She’d just had sex with her best friend. Totally mind-blowing sex. She’d never imagined it could be like that.
She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes held a dazed expression. Her lips were swollen. From Jake’s kisses.
Jake’s!
What the hell had he been thinking?
But, Jesus, the man could kiss.
She splashed her face with cold water. Inside, she felt hollow, empty, scared, and an almost overwhelming urge to bawl her eyes out. And she never cried. It was reaction, shock. And, she realized—fear.
She hadn’t known desire could affect a person that way. That it could take her over, carry her away, make her oblivious to everything but her own satisfaction. She shivered. What amount of control could someone exert over you when they had that kind of power? She didn’t want to know.
But Jake was her friend.
And all this time he’d wanted to make love to her. Or at least have sex.
Oh my God, I shagged Jake.
Would she ever be able to go in his office again and not remember? She’d been naked. On his desk.
Would she ever be able to look him in the face again? He’d kissed her. There.
Heat flushed her skin, but at the same time, a twinge of remembered pleasure shot to her groin.
And he’d wanted to do it again. And so did she. Maybe.
Pushing the thought from her mind, she dragged off her clothes. She was sticky and moist and reeked of sex. She headed into the shower and turned the water on hot. Though what she really needed was cold.
There was a soreness between her thighs. Not surprisingly. He’d been big and hard, and it had felt so good; he’d filled her completely, stretching her, so now she felt empty and incomplete.
She found herself stroking between her thighs where her flesh was still tender and stopped abruptly, then stood under the spray and allowed the water to wash away the scent of him, if not the memory.
It had been so good.
Could she continue to have sex with Jake and keep his friendship? Could they play this out until he decided to move on, as he inevitably would? And then, could they revert to the way they were?
Friends with benefits.
Wasn’t that what they called this sort of arrangement?
She tried to imagine what it would be like now to see Jake with another woman. To know he was doing those same things with somebody else. Her mind shied from the thought.
It was only sex. If she kept things light, showed Jake she didn’t expect any more from him than the occasional casual sex session, then one day they could return to their old relationship with her itch well and truly scratched.