Page 33 of Not So Happily Ever After (British Bad Boys)
“Thank God you weren’t working that day.” I don’t even want to imagine the outcome if his mum hadn’t been discovered for hours.
“It was Boxing Day. I’d planned on visiting later that afternoon, but…yeah. If anyone met her now, they’d never guess. But it was a tough few months. And she didn’t want anyone to know.”
“In case it affected the company?”
“Yes, but also…she wouldn’t accept the fact she had to slow down. Step back from things so she could concentrate on her recovery.”
“So you had to put your dreams on hold.”
His smile warms something deep inside me. “Something like that.”
I take a step closer to him until our bodies are all but touching. “At least it’s not forever. Another few years, you said, wasn’t it? That’s not so long in the great scheme of things.”
“I know.” His voice is husky, and his sexy, woodsy cologne creates havoc with my hormones. “I’ve got the rest of my life to do what I really want.”
“Not many people can say that.” The words are soft and breathy, and I’m lost in his gorgeous, deep brown eyes. There’s something infinitely magical holding hands with Will and having him gaze at me as though I’m all that matters in his world.
It’s only an illusion.I knew that before I ever stepped into his bedroom. And sure, he’s my brother’s best friend, but that was never a reason to stop me. I just don’t want to listen to my brother giving me a hard time about messing around with his friend. Lucas can be very annoying that way.
But right now, none of that matters, and I sway toward him, needing his kiss more than my next breath. But he doesn’t meet me halfway. Instead his hot gaze rakes over my face, and heat pools between my thighs.He makes me needy with just one look.
Then he leans in, his five o’clock stubble grazing my cheek as he whispers in my ear, “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Ten
Will
Don’t do something we’ll both regret in the morning.
It’s a hollow warning when all I can see are Mac’s beautiful blue eyes and the glossy red lips that have been driving me crazy all night. She doesn’t pull her hand free as I lock up, or when we give Luce back the key. It’s like she doesn’t care if they jump to conclusions, and hell if I do.
I don’t care about anything right now, except being alone with her.
Being alone with her doesn’t mean we’ll end up having sex.I can stay the night in the same room as her without doing anything more than holding her in my arms.
We don’t talk as we make our way back to the pod. Our fingers are still entwined, and her elusive scent of orange blossom fills my head, fighting every sane thought.
Just go in, grab your rucksack, and get out of there.Yeah, it’s a lot safer to leave than stay.
She unlocks the door, and I follow her inside, pulling it shut behind me.Bad move.Fuck off.Let go of her hand.
For endless seconds we stand there, as I fight the need to pull her into my arms. She doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. Like she’s waiting for me to do…something.
The right thing?
We’ve been here before, where she put her trust in me and I took advantage.
Turn around and walk away.It’s the only right thing to do.
But she’s older now. More experienced.
Still off-limits.
I don’t fucking care.
She smiles, and before I can stop myself, I wind my free hand around her neck. She melts against me, and her soft curves short-circuit whatever is left of my good intentions.Go straight to hell. Do not pass go.
I kiss her, long and slow, the way I’ve wanted to all evening.
