“Yeah. What are friends for, right?”
4
Katee
OMG. OMG. OMG.
One minute I’m watching porn with my best friend, the next I’m in the shower alone, staying under the needle-like spray, and gobbling up all the hot water until it’s icy. I can’t believe for one second Luke is suggesting we sleep together. At first I didn’t think he was serious. Then when I realized he was, I bolted to the bathroom like I was being chased by demons, saying I needed to shower after a long day of traveling—and that I would think about it.
Am I really going to think about it?
Luke wants to help me out in the bedroom? Teach me how to show a guy what I like, how good sex really can be?
Okay, apparently, I am going to think about it.
What the fuck is going on, and why on earth would he suggest that? Oh, maybe because I admitted my shortcomings to him, confessed my fears and he’s just trying to be a good friend and prove there is nothing wrong with me. But what about Arianna? Would that be considered cheating on her? I’m not a homewrecker, and wouldn’t do anything to come between my best friend and his fiancée.
Ex fiancée.
Right! I guess technically they’re not a couple anymore. As I consider that, I slide my hand between my legs, feel the dampness that has nothing to do with the tepid water pouring over me. I hadn’t watched porn in years, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t arouse me. Heck, maybe I should take him up on his offer, let him take care of my needs while teaching me a thing or two about how to get what I want between the sheets. Lord knows I’d love for sex to be better than it has been. Once, just once, I want a man to touch me the way I need to be touched, to bring me to heavenly bliss, so I don’t have to do it myself once the night is over.
I stroke my clit lightly, and my entire body trembles as I consider sleeping with Luke. But he’s my best friend, has always treated me like one of the guys, and sex between us would be weird, right?
Or would it?
Wait, what the hell am I thinking? I’m not about to have sex and risk ruining what we have. Besides, why is he thinking about having sex with me in the first place, when he’s waiting for his fiancée to come to her senses and carry on with the wedding?
Unless…he’s not.
Oh, cut it out, Katee. Of course he is, and thinking he’s not, is just wishful thinking on your part.
Wishful thinking?
No. No. No.
I don’t want Luke like that. Never have and never will.
I turn the shower off, grab a big fluffy towel and wrap it around myself. I look at my pile of clothes on the floor. In my hurry to get away from him, I forgot to grab something clean to wear. I inch open the door, search the room, and find Luke on the bed exactly where I left him. I’m about to call out to him, but stop. I crack the door a bit more, let my gaze rake over his body as his fingers race over the keyboard on his laptop, which in now on the bed beside him. Is he still watching porn, or searching for something else, something more appropriate for best friends to watch? My gaze searches his handsome face, takes in the intensity in his dark eyes before my eyes travel downward, to examine his broad shoulders and…omg…huge bulge in his pants. The man is seriously turned on.
He’s not the only one.
I clear my throat to gain his attention. “Hey Luke, can you grab me my pajamas. There in my bag.” I tug the towel around myself tighter, and the hiss of my suitcase zipper reaches my ear as he searches through it. A moment later, he sticks his hand through the door and I snatch my bra and panties from him. Dammit why didn’t he grab me a shirt or something. Oh, probably because he knows I wear next to nothing to bed. I can’t stand to have clothes bunching up around me when I sleep.
I hurry into them, brush my teeth and comb out my hair, my entire body on hyperdrive. My hand shakes slightly as I reach for the door. I pull it open, working to pretend nothing is out of the ordinary, when in fact everything is out of whack. Not to mention my body. It’s completely and utterly off kilter. How can it not be? I mean my best friend just offered to have sex with me. Is there any coming back from that? I sure as hell hope so, because I wouldn’t want it to come between us, make this week awkward. The warmth of the place hits me like a slap as I cross the room. Luke is no longer on the bed. I scan the chalet and find him in the kitchen, dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans.
Lord have mercy.
For the first time in my life, I’m looking at him differently. Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true. Maybe, just maybe, there was a small part of me that imagined what it would be like to be in bed with him. But I shut those thoughts down as fast as they came because friends don’t fantasize about each other, right? Not that Luke is fantasizing about me. I’m not a total idiot. He’s just looking to help me out. The same way I’m here on his honeymoon with him, helping him out. Maybe he just wants to do something nice for me as thanks.
His eyes slowly lift to mine, and I don’t miss the heat in his gaze as they travel the length of my body. He’s seen me in my underwear hundreds of times. Heck he’s even seen me naked, but never, ever in my life has he looked at me with such hunger. A reaction to watching porn, no doubt.
Working to appear casual—even though everything about this situation is messed up—I walk across the room. But it’s suddenly difficult to put one foot in front of the other. I’m conscious of my every movement, the intensity in Luke’s gaze. I struggle to keep things light as I tear my gaze from his chest, and glance at the television above the fire. Passionflix is still playing.
“Want me to change the station?” I ask. Holy shit, is that my voice.
“Whatever you want to watch.” He turns his back to me and sets the dishes in the sink. “I’m easy.” My gaze drops to his perfect ass, and a whimper I have no control over catches in my throat. He turns but I’m far too slow to react, and when he catches me blatantly checking him out, a small smile curls his mouth.
“Like what you see?” he asks again, but this time he’s talking about his body and not the porn.