Stella Rhys

“I could tire you out,”

“I could tire you out,” he said.

The huskiness of his voice went straight to my clit.

Easy, I pleaded with my imagination. I really didn’t need more mental pictures of what this guy looked like naked and pinning me down on his bed. Any more squirming or blushing and he’d know that he had me tempted, and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t just hook up with some random guy at a club. Despite how unbelievably hot he was, and how unbelievably hot he’d gotten me in about three seconds, it just wasn’t a thing that I did.

“Sorry.” A wry smile twisted my lips. “But I think I have to decline.”

“Of course you have to,” he grinned. “Whether you want to is the question.”

“In that case, I plead the fifth.”

“Why not just take what you want?” he laughed. “I do it all the time, and let me tell you, it’s a great way to live.”

I snorted. “I just don’t go home with strangers.”

He glanced to the side. “Fine. Then I’ll tire you out over the sink.”

Fuck.

I couldn’t help glancing over at the sink as well. One tiny look and I was already imagining his hard chest pressed against my back and his big hands filling themselves with my tits, squeezing them relentlessly till I cried out. I could practically hear his gravelly voice growling dirty, sexy filth in my ear as he gripped my hips and pumped into me from behind. Yeah, he’s definitely huge, I decided, not even realizing that I’d closed my eyes till his voice made them flutter open again.

“Now that’s just fucked up,” he said, serious despite a curt laugh.

Tipping his chin up, he drew a hand across his perfect jaw, his face a mixture of annoyance and arousal as he looked down his perfect nose at me. I swallowed.

“What is?”

“You making that lusty little ‘fuck me’ face right now

Sorry. Can’t really help it when you’re standing there without a shirt on and telling me you’re going to lick my pussy till I come.”

I’d just gone home with Emmett fucking Hoult

“Yeah, that doesn’t really apply to her.”

Shit, most of my firsts in life and half of my best memories from childhood involved Aly Stanton. It just so happened that our fight junior year erased any fondness that ever existed between us

And since losing her the first time was hard enough, there was no way in hell I was letting it happen again

“Hey,” I said, doing my best to keep it together as she stood up again. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to put my hands all over her. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was on high alert just waiting to feel her skin on mine. But I could tell from the way she stood stiffly that she wanted none of that

Yeah, I’m never going to let you go anywhere near – ”

This was the most adorable torture I’d ever witnessed in my life. The only reason I wasn’t in completely blue-balled hell was because it was also hilarious.