A Harmless Little Ruse (Harmless #2)

I wait until she’s vulnerable.

Slowly, with agonizing care, I peel back the shower curtain and look for her, ready to shush her.

Except she’s not on the toilet.

She’s in the far corner of the bathroom, smirking, fully clothed and giving me a once-over look that makes me swell.

“Took you long enough.”

And then her mouth is on mine. We’re hungry for each other’s touch and taste. She’s all grapes and sour apple, with a sweet ’n sour scent lingering as our tongues tangle, her hands sliding under my wet shirt to find my back, the heat of her palms making me groan.

We don’t even have to say it. Being back together, being free together with the secrets of the past poured out between us leaves me pulsing with anticipation.

With need.

Lindsay feels it, too.

“What’s with the ninja costume?” she asks, laughing against my jaw.

“Ninja pool man,” I whisper, biting her earlobe.

Her hand cups me, making me hiss, the promise too much. “Don’t get me going. Not when we can’t do anything about it.” She ignores me and begins stroking me over my pants, touching me in unspeakable ways.

At least, I can’t speak right now.

“Jane left. We’re alone. I can finish anything you start, Drew. I can’t believe how much I want you.”

That’s all I need to hear.

“Not here, though,” I warn. The fact that Jane made herself scarce tells me she’s close to Lindsay, which is a double-edged sword. I want Lindsay to have friends, a confidante. On the other hand, the more people know about my actions, the more at risk Lindsay is. Jane’s trustworthy.

To the extent that anyone is.

“Where?” she gasps as I circle her nipple with my thumb, making it peak, the reaction arousing. She sighs, a breathy sound that pushes against my jaw as I kiss her again. I can’t get enough of her. I need to be in her, need to make her know how much I want her, how incomplete I am without her near me.

A cheap apartment bathtub in an unsecured location isn’t cutting it.

“Can’t do my place,” I whisper. “I’m sure I’m being watched.”

“Same with my house,” she hisses as she reaches down the front of my pants and very expertly wraps her fingers around my hard shaft.

All logic shatters into a thousand soft pieces of groaning bliss.

“Jesus, Lindsay, don’t do that!”

She strokes once, twice.

I start to shake and grab her wrist, hard.

“Not like this,” I insist.

She lets go of me and in a flash, pulls off her panties, throwing them casually aside. They catch on the light switch.

“It’s right here, right now, or nowhere, Drew.” Hands on her hips, she gives me a jaunty smile. Bold and powerful, eager and bright, she’s suddenly the Lindsay I knew four years ago.

I can’t say no.

Hell. What man could?

And who would want to?

We’re on the floor in seconds, her legs wrapped around me, mouth hard and urgent against mine. We’re seconds away from just riding each other when I stop, shaking, and pull away.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“I don’t want to just have a quick fuck.”

Her laugh is unexpected. “You don’t? Are you sure you’re a human male, Drew?” The sardonic tone makes me wince. You’ll regret this tomorrow, that tone says.

“I meant I don’t want just that.”

“When did I ever say that was all we were going to do?” she whispers, licking the edge of my ear as she sits up, her hand on my ass. “Let’s take what we can get and find room for more after.”

Oh, God. Everything happens so fast. We’re locked in a bathroom in Jane’s apartment, half naked and full-blown crazy, panting and hot and aroused and hard and then I’m in her, all slick warm velvet and cream, her thighs tight on my hips, her fingernails scratching my back over my shirt, her warm, wet breath urging me as I slide into home.

Over and over and over, her hips arching up to catch me, Lindsay takes without mercy. I’m flying, flipping her so I get better traction, pumping hard as she begs for more, her body tensing, her orgasm seconds away.

As my hips move and she meets me every inch of the way, momentum builds, my breath in my ears and her scent all over me, our naked skin sliding and slipping. Our bodies are in tandem as she moans my name, her neck stretched and taut, her fingers digging into me as she clenches and releases into the abyss that has no name, no face, no label.

Just pure energy.

I can’t hold back, my cock jerking as my thighs shake, her gorgeous body under mine, turning me on and making me a live, naked wire as I come hard, muffling my shout in her hair, my pulse so fast it’s like I’ve skipped dimensions. Every move she makes incites me, excites me, makes me want her more.

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