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Lisa looked away from his hungry gaze. “No one’s perfect, Winston.” Her cheeks ran hot. “That’s sweet to say but definitely not true.”
He inhaled and exhaled loudly. “Man.” He touched the light-blue bed sheet. “I smell you all over this room.”
She walked toward the bed but stopped before she reached it. “You mean you smell my perfume?”
“No, I smell you.”
She almost melted from his intense gaze.
“I smell your skin.” He pulled the sheet down. “I smell your hair.”
What is he doing?
Her stomach tingled. “What are you doing?”
He put his knee on the bed. “What side of the bed do you sleep on?”
“The left,” she whispered. “Why?”
“I sleep on the right.” He walked over to the left side and lifted the pillow to his nose. “I can smell you on it.”
Jesus, what is he doing?
She panted. “Winston...”
He pushed his face deeper into the pillow. “God, it smells so good. I just wanna inhale every part of you.”
“Put my pillow down.”
He moved it from his face. “Well, I can’t hold you, right?”
“Jesus.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “Stop it, okay?”
“What?” He caressed the pillow. “Saying what I feel? Saying what you want to hear?”
“You’re...” She put her hands on her stomach. “You’re making this so hard for me.”
“Good. Then you can understand how tortured I feel every night when I go to my bed alone wishing that you were next to me.” He laid the pillow down. “You can try to stop your feelings but you can’t stop mine.”
“What do you want for god’s sake?” she shouted. “Do you even care how crazy you’re making me?”
He stomped toward her.
She moved back.
He grabbed her. “I want you to feel crazy because then you’ll see how I’ve felt about you ever since we met.”
“Leave.” She pointed to the doorway. “This was a big mistake.” She went to the door. “I appreciate the dinner and dancing, but this isn’t happening.”
He rushed to her. “What isn’t happening?” He wrapped his arm around her waist.
She almost collapsed from his touch. “Winston.”
“No, listen.” He turned her around and guided her toward the bed. “I’m sick of this game we’ve been playing and I know you are too.” He slid his hands to her buttocks.
“What are you doing?”
He held her against him. “We’re gonna die if we keep pretending.”
“No.” She pushed on his arms. “Winston I...”
He stopped at the bed. “I know you don’t want to hurt Jake, but what about us, Lisa?” He touched her chin. “What about how much you want me? I know it’s torturing you just as much as it’s torturing me.” He sucked on her neck.
“Ah.” She closed her eyes.
“It’s just us, Lisa.” He slipped his hand underneath her blouse. “Just us.”
You’re right. It is.
She grabbed his head and kissed him. “Mmm.” She pulled him onto the bed, on top of her.
“Yes, Lisa.” He switched his lips to the other side of her neck. “We don’t have to pretend anymore.”
“Oh.” She stretched her arms toward the headboard. “Winston...I...”
He took off his shirt then relieved her of her blouse. “Oh god, I’ve wanted you so much.” He lifted her skirt, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants.
“Oh.” Lisa sucked on her index finger. “Oh.”
He slipped her bra over her breasts and tongue lashed her nipples.
“Oh.” She writhed underneath him. “Ooh...”
He got on his knees in the bed, and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Look at me,” he whispered.
She did.
“I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you.”
She grabbed his head and pushed it to her breasts. “Oh, Winston.”
He kissed her while he pressed his stiff center against hers.
She flinched from the first touch of his erection. At that moment, it was as if her entire body opened up to him.
She wriggled and spread her arms across the bed.
He’s not even inside and I’m so wet I’m about to fill this entire room!
She tensed up, awaiting his entrance.
He lowered himself over her.
“Oh.” She closed her eyes. “Winston...”
His phone rang.
He leaned up. “No,” he whispered. “Shit, this can’t be happening.” He sighed into his hand then resumed kissing her. “Fuck it.”
“No.” She propped up on her elbows. “You’re on a case. You gotta answer it.”
“Shit.” He got the phone and answered, “Lewis.” He looked at Lisa with a pitiful expression then got off the bed. “Yes. Okay. I’ll head there now.” He clicked off. “Shit!”
She scooted against the headboard. “So it was your case.”
“Yeah, I gotta go.” He stuffed his phone in his pocket. “Man, it’s times like this I hate being a cop.”
“No, that call was a good thing.” She fixed her bra over her breasts.
“The hell it was!” He kicked the bed. “I finally get this close...this close to making love to you and now this?”
“This was a good thing.” She sighed into her hands. “This was wrong and I should’ve stopped it before it went this far.”
“Oh, no, please.” He moaned. “Don’t do this, Lisa. You didn’t stop it because you didn’t want to stop it.” He climbed back on the bed and kissed her leg. “Come on. Look, I’ll go take care of my business and I’ll come back and—”
“No.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “That phone call was a blessing because this would’ve been the biggest mistake we ever made and I’m sorry, Winston.”
He grimaced. “Sorry?”
“This was my fault. I had no business putting you in this position.”
He hit the bed. “I wanna be in this position! I wanna be in more positions than this with you.”
She grinned.
“Don’t apologize for anything.” He rubbed her leg. “Just don’t call this off, Lisa. Please.”
She pushed his hand off her leg. “If we continued, this would end up a nightmare.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“This isn’t fair to you.” She brushed lint from her cheek. “I would’ve slept with you and turned around and gone back to Jake.” She touched his cheek. “You don’t deserve that, Winston. You deserve better than this and better than me.”
“I want you.” He tugged on her hand. “I’m a big boy. I don’t need you to look after me. I know exactly what I’m doing.”
“I don’t think you do.” She scooted up. “You’re not thinking about the mess this could make.”
He dropped his head. “I can’t do this anymore.” He climbed off the bed.
“What do you mean?”
He yanked his shirt off the floor.
“Winston?” She got on her knees. “Talk to me.”
“I’m sick of this shit!” He waved his shirt. “I’m tired of this back and forth crap. Your ass
needs to make a decision!”
“Excuse me?”
“Here and now.” He put on his shirt. “You choose now! You either pick me or Jake because I’m through with this shit!”
“Choose between you and my boyfriend?” She stared at the sheet.
“He’s your boyfriend but what the hell am I?” He zipped up his pants. “I’m just some guy you got the hots for? Someone you want to act out your fantasies with but not love?”
“It’s not like that. I care about you very much. You’re my friend.”
He stared at her with his mouth open. “I’m your friend?”
“Yes.”
“So you almost have sex with all your friends?”
“No, but—”
“Don’t insult me by saying we’re just friends when you know we’re much more.”
She moved closer to him, remaining on the bed. “You mean so much to me, Winston. That’s why I can’t keep doing this to you. It’s not fair and you deserve a woman who loves you and will treat you right.”
“I’m in love with you, Lisa.” He spread out his arms. “I’m in love with you and a big deal of good it’s done me, right?”
“Winston.”
“I only got one thing to say to you.” He fastened his belt. “Fuck you.” He left the room.
She ran to the doorway. “Winston!”
“Go to hell!”
He disappeared down the hall.
Seconds later the front door slammed.
Lisa laid her head against the bedroom door. “Shit.”