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We kissed and kissed until she bit down hard on my bottom lip. A bolt of electricity surged through my body, and I pinned her up against the truck. She wrapped one long leg around my waist and I fumbled with her coat, trying to get my hands on her incredible body. Her hands were in my hair, and she pressed herself up against my aching cock while I contemplated stripping her naked in this field. She was soft and sexy and kissing the hell out of me. But I couldn’t let this go further. We had an agreement, and I was nothing if not a man of my word. I gently put her down and broke away from the kiss.
She slumped up against the truck, panting. Gone was the frosty ice queen, and instead I was faced with a wild sex goddess with fire in her eyes. It felt good, knowing that I could make her breathless. Knowing that I could break down that controlled facade and make her go wild.
I took a step back to stop myself from making another mistake. “Astrid, I’m so sorry.”
She looked dazed. “What?”
I ran my hands through my hair. At some point I had lost my hat, but I didn’t care. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
“I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it,” she replied, still catching her breath.
I smirked. “Pretty sure?”
“Why don’t we do it again so I can be certain?” She gave me a mischievous grin, and my dick ached even more.
“I shouldn’t have done it. I don’t want to violate the rules.”
“Screw the rules. I’m sick of rules,” she quipped, still smiling at me.
It would be so easy to just forget about it and do whatever I wanted right now. But I liked Astrid. She was my friend, and I knew she was hurting. I had to do what was right, as much as I hated it.
“Hop in. I’ll drive you home.”
Before the words even left my mouth, Astrid had transformed herself. Gone was the wild sex goddess, and the frosty professional was back. She nodded and hopped in the truck.
I wanted to be a good guy. I wanted to do the right thing. But the way she was acting, I felt like I messed everything up. I wanted her, that was clear. But I didn’t want to hurt her or hurt our friendship. But I couldn’t deny our explosive chemistry. That kiss completely rocked my world.
I knew we needed to forget this and go back to being friends. But how could I keep pretending this was fake when being with her felt so right?
17
DECLAN
It was Sunday morning.And instead of sleeping in or catching up on work, I was running with Callum. He had called me this morning and wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I got dressed, jumped in my truck, and met him at our favorite spot on the pier.
“Is Liam coming?” I asked.
“Nope. Told me to fuck off. That Sunday mornings are for his lady.”
I shook my head. “Bastard.”
“I’m a little jealous though,” he mused.
I kind of agreed but would never say it out loud. Liam had found his soulmate, and although I was definitely not looking for one, it did seem nice. Sunday morning spent snuggling, drinking coffee, and having sex sounded pretty amazing. Especially as I was standing on a pier in the middle of January freezing my balls off with my older brother.
Cal was engaging in some elaborate looking stretches.
“Are you training for a marathon or something?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Then what’s with the fitness obsession?”
“What’s wrong with taking care of my body? I say we go eight or nine today.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his tell. And I wanted to dig further.
“Miles?” Ugh. I hated running. I did it because I wanted to stay fit and my dad’s heart attack scared the shit out of me, but I tapped out at three or four most days.
“Come on, let’s get going,” he barked impatiently.
