Too damned long. Only a week in reality, but it had felt like forever. Even now, his cock ached with a vengeance. Brian leaned in, burying his face against Andrea’s neck. He took a deep breath, letting her soft floral scent envelope him. He could live just like this for the rest of his life. Or so he thought, until she squirmed against him and set his body on fire. Any more and she was going to kill him. As much as he was enjoying teasing her right now, he needed to pull back. He’d only wanted to prove a point, and he’d managed that the second he’d touched her. He had to stick to his guns, to walk away from her. He didn’t want to be anything more than her friend. Yeah, right. Keep on lying to yourself, asshole. What he really wanted to do was push her skirt up and fuck her against the wall. She liked it that way. Hell, so did he. He groaned against her throat. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, and in that moment he was lost.
