STORY EXCERPT

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes snapped open. Shit. Was it already one o’clock? Kenda glanced at the clock. Yup.

Kenda rushed for the door, taking a deep breath. Suddenly her heart wasn’t racing because she was angry. It was racing for another reason, one she wasn’t willing to admit to herself. Just friends, he said, Kenda reminded herself as her fingers curled around the handle, and she pulled the door open.

“Hey,” Kenda forced a smile over her lips as she greeted him. He wore a pair of green camo pants and a muscle shirt. Kenda swallowed dryly as his muscles flexed, holding on to something. She glanced down. The black dog sat there. “Hi, Brut.”

“I hope you really meant he could come.” Greyson grinned. His black hair was tied back today, and again his green eyes were hidden behind glasses. He clearly hadn’t shaved for a few days, either. A little five o’clock shadow looked good on him.

“I did.” Kenda forced herself to speak as she continued to look him up and down. “Come on in.” She stepped out of the doorway and motioned for them to come. “Sorry it’s kinda a mess. I lost track of time.” She didn’t see the point in lying, but she wasn’t going to add the part about her boss taking credit she thought she deserved. I could just be overreacting.

“It’s not a mess. Trust me, my place looks much worse.” Greyson grinned. “Before I take him off his leash, do you mind if he goes on the couch? I know some people are super against it.”

“Oh, I don’t fucking care,” Kenda scoffed.

Greyson grinned as he let the dog off the leash. The dog didn’t seem to have any interest in looking around. All he cared about was following Greyson around. Greyson, on the other hand, he seemed very interested in looking around.

“Were you getting the interview ready to go?” he asked, glancing at her computer.

“Sorta.”

Kenda closed the distance between him and her desk before he could get a good look at what she’d just been reading. “Been doing some research, too. You didn’t tell me that fan who needed you was a little girl.” She turned to face him again.

“Maybe I liked the idea that you might be jealous.”

Kenda felt butterflies pool in her stomach. Oh this was not good.

“You thought I was jealous?” she asked as she raised an eyebrow.

“A man can hope, can’t he?”

“So you were hoping I was jealous?”

Greyson shrugged. “Let’s just say it’s been nice to meet a girl who doesn’t seem to want to jump me.”

“But you still wanted me to be jealous?” Kenda grinned, stepping towards him, interested in his answer.

“Doesn’t everyone want something they can’t have?” His eyes locked on her. A warm shiver ran down her spine and settled in the pit of her stomach. His green eyes sparkled behind his glasses.

ADULT EXCERPT

His hands traced over the curves of her body up to her breasts. “You have no idea how badly I want you,” he whispered.

Her heart skipped a beat. Oh, no, she had an idea. Kenda was pretty sure she was beginning to feel it. His body pressed against his, she was sure she could feel something between his legs.

Kenda’s hand cupped his cock. His eyes rolled back. “Fuck,” he muttered, pressing himself against me.

“Feels like you want me pretty bad.” She pulled away. “Maybe we’d better head for that bedroom after all.”

He grinned as he turned on his heel and led the way to the bedroom. Her heart raced all the way there. It had been a long time since she trusted someone enough to do this. Not that she’d been celibate since Josh, or even had anything against hooking up, but one-night stands were different. This was about trusting him not to hurt her the day after. A one-night stand was about one thing—pleasure.

Greyson flicked the light on as they entered his bedroom and Kenda closed the door behind them. She made her way over to the bed slowly.

“Are you sure about this? You seem…nervous.”

Oh, she was sure there was nothing she wanted more than to feel him inside her. It was all that afterwards crap Kenda was worried about. Instead of telling him that, she just nodded.

She reached out and took his hand, pulling him close to her. “I’m fine,” she promised.

Greyson lowered her down towards the bed gently, his lips trailing over her neck with feathery-soft kisses. Kenda moaned, her fingers tangling to his hair.

His hands touched her uppermost thighs, pulling her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she felt him move onto the bed. Seconds later, her back hit the soft fabric. His lips met hers, passionately. He pulled away just long enough to pull her shirt over her head. Kenda grabbed at the hem of his shirt the second she could, pulling it over his head as fast as she could and tossing it onto the ground beside them. She pushed him down onto the bed and crawled on top of him. Kenda stared down at his chest, the tattoo along his ribs. Kenda’s fingers traced very it softly. He eyed her. “I hope you like tattoos.”

“Love ‘em.” Her eyes locked on his.

“I have one a little bit lower you should see, then.” His eyes sparkled as he reached for her. She dodged him and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down gently. Kenda leaned forward to kiss his chest.

Desire pooled inside her as her lips touched his warm skin, making their way over his muscular chest and down, lower and lower over his abs. She caught sight of a little ink just above his waistline. Kenda grinned widely, reaching for the button on his jeans. It came undone easily. Her fingers traced their way down to the waste of his boxers ever so slowly. Greyson watched her every move as she slowly pulled his jeans and boxers down. His hard cock sprang forward. She glanced up at him as her tongue circled his head ever so softly.

“Fuck.” His eyes rolled back for a millisecond as his fingers tangled into her hair.

She pulled his head into her mouth.

“Kenda.” He whispered her name, pulling her head up gently. He guided her to his lips and kissed hers, rolling them over as he did so. Kenda grinned as the man rested above her.

“I want you,” she whispered.

His eyes burned with lust. “Take your skirt off,” he ordered as he pushed himself off her and padded over to the dresser. Her body wanted him so bad she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait, and she was thankful she wouldn’t have to find out. Kenda slid her skirt down to her ankles and kicked it off as he went into the bottom drawer of the dresser.

She slipped out of her bra and panties before sitting down in the middle of the bed, waiting for him.