Page 87 of My Best Friend's Brother

Jessica stared up at the ceiling, dabbing at her eyes.

“I’m just gonna go and get cleaned up.”

“You don’t need to,” I said, catching her hand on mine. I gazed at her, unsure why she couldn’t see her own perfection. “You’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, so you keep saying.” She smiled sadly, pushing her hair behind her ear. “Not everyone agrees with you.”

I stood, my fingers stroking her face as we stared into each other’s eyes. Her breath quickened, her chest heaving as she closed her eyes, shaking her head.

The feeling between us was magnetic.

“It’s just sex, isn’t it?” she whispered, and I couldn’t speak.

No, it isn’t; I want to tell her.

Fucking her is sublime, but I could just as easily stand there looking into her eyes for hours. But something about the hope in her eyes, the way she pressed her body against mine, made me hold back.

“I’m not good at this,” I admitted, my lips close to hers. “You deserve so much more than him, more than me.”

“Can I be the judge of that?” She whispered her sweet breath, the last thing I smelled before our lips brushed against one another.

“Clearly not,” I said, staring at her. “Because your ex is a cunt, and I’m a fuck up too.”

“Why are you?” She asked, her eyes flashing. “Because you take drugs? Because you fight? Tell me.”

Because my own father snorted himself to death rather than stick around to bring me up. Because I never once made him proud. Because my sister hated me.I’m a disappointment to my mother.

“It doesn’t matter, Juicy.” I smiled though my heart was constricted. “Just have some fun with me, but don’t expect anything.”

“I don’t want to just have fun with you,” she argued. “I’m better than that, right? What about you? I think you’re better than that, Logan.”

God, I love it when she says my name.

“I can’t be your man,” I said, releasing her from my arms. “I don’t want to bring you into my world.”

“Why?” She demanded, folding her arms.

“I don’t have anything to offer you!” I snapped, finally meeting her eyes. “Nothing but good sex and my company. That’s it.”

She crossed over to me, sinking between my legs as she gripped my jaw in her hand, her eyes darkening.

“Tell me you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll leave it right here.”

I swallowed, wondering if I could lie well enough to make her walk away. But instead, I dragged her into my arms, mumbling in her ear.

“I can’t.”

Lips crashed against one another, and she climbed onto my lap, moaning against me. I lost my fingers in her hair as her teeth nipped my bottom lip, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“Logan…” she whimpered, clawing at my top as I allowed her to pull it over my head.

You’re not good enough for her.

Her nails dragged across my neck, lightly at first, before she applied more pressure, her hips grinding against me.

I can’t resist this.

Her hands tugged at my belt, and I pushed my jeans down, her hand wrapping around my shaft as she dropped to her knees, staring up at me as she licked the tip, her tongue sweeping at the drops of desire that awaited her.

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