Sherlyn
The rest of my workday was almost a wash as I spent most of it thinking about Shane and resisting the temptation to leave work early to prepare for that night. I guess I tried to make myself feel better about going out with him by refusing to call it a date. Even so, I knew he viewed it as a date and God help me, so did I.
When I got home, I found Janine waiting in my apartment building lobby. "What's happened? What's wrong?" I asked as we headed to the elevator together.
"Nothing. I'm coming with you."
"You're coming up to my apartment? Sure. Come on."
"No, Sher. I mean I'm coming with you tonight."
But you're not invited. He wants to see me tonight. "You are?"
She nodded. "Of course."
We alighted from the elevator on my floor and walked down the hall to my apartment. My thoughts were swirling and I felt guilty and annoyed at the same time. "If you're coming, why don't you just go with him when he arrives and I'll stay home," I suggested, hoping she wouldn't agree.
"How can I when he's prejudiced against pretty women?"
She sounded as annoyed as I felt. I really had to work on not pointing out that it wasn't my fault he'd rather see me than her. Snapping at her because I wanted him for myself was a no-no.
"I'm feeling hot and sticky. Make yourself a drink while I take a quick shower," I said and left her alone in my bedroom.
For the first time in weeks as I stood with water cascading over my body, memories of the sexy showers I'd enjoyed with Darkwater overwhelmed me. Even with my eyes open I imagined I could hear his off-key baritone singing that I was the remedy for anything that could possibly go wrong in his life.
Recalling what a heady feeling knowing he felt that way had given me, I sighed. Damn, I missed our physical relationship. Unable to stop myself, I allowed memories of sex with him to overwhelm my senses.
Closing my eyes and leaning back against the tiled wall, I recalled how wonderful shower sex with him was...his big, wet hands caressing and massage my ass while his insistent lips rained warm, almost feverish kisses on my neck and breasts...
How could I ever forget the wonderful sensation of feeling the knot of need in my belly sending heat and electric shivers to all my nerve endings warning of maximum pleasure to come just seconds before he sucked my right nipple between his lips and then eagerly pushed his hard, thick cock inside me?
Oh, God, nothing had ever felt more heavenly than having him fill my pussy with the sweet heat of his cock and my heart with the intoxicating allure of falling deeper in love him with every hard, delicious thrust. He tunneled so deep into my pussy, that I felt as if each movement consumed me and bound me to him in a way no other man ever had. That included my darling Don. There was something so natural and right about loving Darkwater again that had obliterated my commonsense.
Loving him again? Oh, God. I opened my eyes and sucked in a deep, aching breath. Would it never end? Would I always be subject to these unexpected and unwelcome moments of despair when all I could think about was how sweet our six-week fling was and how much I regretted its abrupt ending?
I leaned by forehead against the tiles and closed my eyes. And the memories of love with him rushed over me again, surrounding and drowning me in bittersweet feelings best left buried.
The ache of the memory of making love in the shower with him pressed in on me again. The delight of hearing him whisper that my sweet sensuality excited his passion and desires as no other woman ever had. The absolute magic of feeling his big, warm hands pinching, cupping and adoring my breasts while he eased in and out of me, sending pleasure cascading all over me.
Each wonderful stroke erased some of the pain of having loved him for so long in vain. Each enchanting movement built on the next until my entire world centered around my pussy and his hard cock and the complete joy of knowing I was soon going to make him come.
Making him orgasm had always thrilled me because I secretly felt that each time I did, I somehow managed to claim a tiny piece of his heart. And despite everything, even now, there was a part of me that wanted his heart and his cock. His thick shaft filled my pussy as if it was designed for the sole purpose of giving me extreme pleasure.
I sucked in a breath and reached down a hand to rub my pussy and clit. With my eyes closed, I could pretend it was his hand stroking me instead of my own. But it wasn't and probably never would be again. Depressed by that certainty and the knowledge that I always thought of him when I was horny rather than Don, I shook my head, reached out to turn off the hot water, and allowed the shock of the cold water to cascade over my heated body and quickly cool my ardor.
Stepping out of the shower, I walked over to the mirror and stared at my reflection. You are not falling for him again. He couldn't even be bothered to ask why you didn't show up to spend that last weekend with him because he didn’t care. He probably happily spent the night in the arms of yet another of his skinny blondes. He's poison and you'd better not forget that.
You have to get another lover ASAP or risk falling back in love with him. Despite my best intentions, I thought of Shane and wondered what he looked like naked. Get another lover, but not Janine's crush. Not him.
When I returned to my bedroom, I stood in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear. It was then that I checked myself. Only a ghetto rat, even considered kicking a good friend to the curb over a man whose last name she didn't even know.
"You're not wearing that. Are you?"
I turned from my mirror to find Janine staring at the simple black dress I'd slipped on in disapproval. The dress in question was one of the few that Darkwater had personally picked out and bought for me. "Why not?"
"Because you look really good in it," she said, sounding as exasperated as I felt.
I suppressed a smile recalling that Darkwater had certainly thought so. "And?"
"One look at you in that dress and I won't have a hope of getting his attention away from you."
I stiffened. Did she know I had his attention or was she speaking in general? "What do you suggest I wear instead?"
"Something more frumpy so his attention won't be on you but on what you're saying about me."
This from a woman who had changed every damned thing about herself because she was tired of being 'frumpy, fat, and unattractive.'? I shook my head. "It's not like I'm Miss American, Janine. I'm wearing this dress." Wearing it for another man would be a sign to myself that it was time I moved on with my life and dismissed any remaining unacknowledged desire I felt for Darkwater. "If you have a problem with me wearing it, then when he arrives, I'll introduce you and step aside."
"You know I'm not ready for that," she said, sounding angry.
"And I'm not ready for you to tell me I need to look frumpy," I said coolly.
"Why do you want or need to look good for him, Sher?"
Her question hit home and reminded me how close I was to a line I knew I shouldn't cross. But it also pissed me off. "You're a beautiful woman that any man would be happy to have on his arm. So why do you want or need me to look frumpy, Janine?"
She inhaled quickly and shook her head. "You know I'm still me inside, Sher. You know that."
What I knew was that I'd apparently encountered one of the few men capable of and willing to look below the surface to see the woman I was. And she wanted me to make myself as unattractive as possible for him. Why shouldn't you cooperate? If she hadn't pointed him out to you, you would never have even known he existed. Yes, it's exciting to meet an attractive man who wants to know you instead of her. And yes, you could use an emotional boost after the way things ended with Darkwater.
But do you want or need it at the possible cost of your friendship? Don fell in love with you and for awhile, Darkwater was obsessed with you. There's no reason why you can't find love again. It might take a while but don't look for it at her expense.
Before I could change my mind, I pulled the black dress over my head and tossed it onto the bed. "What do you think I should wear?"
She bit her lip and then sighed. "I'm sorry, Sher. I just want to get to know him so badly I'm not thinking straight." She picked the dress up and handed it to me. "This is fine."
"Are you sure?"
Although she nodded, I knew she wasn't sure. I had a sinking feeling she didn't quite trust me with him. Given your feelings and desires, she's right not to trust you.
"I think I'd better leave things in your capable hands. Call me when you get back and let me know how things went."
"You're leaving?"
She nodded. "Yes. I'd only be in the way and if he thinks I'm stalking him before we even meet, I won't have a hope in hell of getting him interested."
Left alone with my thoughts, I stood staring at my reflection at my vanity table. The very average face that looked back at me could never compete with Janine's. It was only a breath away from being plain. But despite the years I'd spent in love with Darkwater, I'd had one or two pleasant romantic interludes with other men besides Don.
I thought of Shane and sighed. I'd managed to garner the attention of three attractive men if only for a short while. I would not betray Janine's trust in me for the sake of a man whose interest might not last any longer than Darkwater's had.
Darkwater. Damn him for showering me with jewelry as a smoke screen to mask his lack of real interest in me. Damn him for not doing a single thing to keep our relationship going. After a brief moment of indecision, I walked over my vanity table. On it was a large box filled with jewelry he'd given me. I chose a gold choker and matching earrings.
Instead of the black dress Darkwater had admired, I choose a green one with a scoop neck and a skirt that fell mid-calf. I didn't look as good as I would have in the black one, but I felt confident I looked well enough.
Feeling I'd wrestled my desire for Shane back under manageable control, I finished dressing and then nervously waited for him to arrive. While I did, I fought the urge to close my eyes and think of the damned Darkwater.
* * *
Shane
John called as I was about to leave work that night. "Am's having a girls' night out with her sisters," he said of his fiancé. "Want to join Gabe, Lee and me for a brothers' night out?"
"I'm happy to say I can't because I have a date."
"With anyone I know?"
"Probably. Her name is Sherlyn."
"Sherlyn? Sher? Average looking and plump? Dark skin?"
"Yes. And she has a needy friend named Janine."
"Damn, Shane. They're both Am's friends. They were at the last dinner she gave when you were out of town on business."
"What can you tell me about her?"
"Which one? Sher or Janine?"
"I have zero interest in Janine," I said.
"Sher is a nice person, but she has some issues."
"What kind of issues?"
"Romantic ones. She and Darkwater dated for a few weeks."
"Dated as in they're no longer dating?"
"Yes, but I think you should know that Am told me he was her first love and you know women and their first loves. I'm not convinced she's really over him."
I shrugged. "Maybe I can help accomplish that."
"I'm not convinced he's over her either."
"Why do you say that?"
"He was nasty to her in public but the look in his eyes told a different story. At the very least, he still has the hots for her. So just be careful not to get emotionally involved with her until you're sure she's over him otherwise you'll wind up in the middle of an ugly mess."
"I'll keep that in mind," I promised. "But honestly the thought of ticking him off holds definite appeal."
"I'd love to see him ticked off if not for two things," John said.
"And they are?"
"I don't want to see it at your expense and if the hypocritical bastard ended up hurt, it will hurt Am."
"Thanks for the warning."
"But?"
"I can take care of myself, Johnny and I'm sure he can too. I'll talk to you later," I said and hung up.
I resisted the temptation to stop and buy flowers on the way to Sherlyn's place. Tonight would be all about making her feel comfortable enough with me for there to be a second date. That meant not acting as if I were trying to impress her. Besides, I'd had enough women chase me to know she was already impressed. But then so was I. If not for her damned friend, we could openly occupy the same page and move forward with getting to know each other.
As for any lingering feelings she might have for Amber's brother, I'd worry about those if and when the need arose.
I arrived at her apartment complex eager to see her again.
"I'll be down in a jiff," she said, sounding breathless when she answered her intercom.
"Don't bother. I'll come up."
"That's sweet but not necessary."
"I think we've already discussed the fact that I'm old-fashioned," I countered. "Let me in and I'll come up."
"Shane—"
"Let's not start the night arguing."
"We're not arguing. We—"
"Good. Then I'll come up."
She made an exasperated sound but unlocked the door.
"Thank you," I said and walked over to the elevators.
When she opened her apartment door ten minutes later, I saw she wore a dark green dress with an expensive gold necklace and earrings. Her heels were high enough to showcase her legs without making me wonder how she'd walk without falling on her face. She looked nice.
I smiled. "Hi."
"Hi," she said, giving me a shy smile I found alluring.
I waited for her to ask me in. She didn't. Great. It was going to be one of those evenings. Hell, for all I knew she had a damned man in her apartment. That might explain her reluctance to be picked up and her refusal to invite me in. Maybe the damned Darkwater who had been a thorn in John's side was poised to become one in mine too.
I glanced at her necklace. It was the kind a possessive lover might give his woman so other men would know she was off-limits. Maybe I was wasting my time with her. Oh, well. It wouldn't be the first time I'd miscalculated when it came to women.
I arched a brow and smiled. "Hiding a jealous lover inside?"
"Don't I wish?" she said and then laughed.
"If you like, I'm fully prepared to take on the role of jealous lover," I said.
Her smile vanished and she shook her head. "Please don't say things like that."
"Why not?"
"Because tonight is about Janine."
The hell it was. "Are you ready to put on a full course press?"
She nodded. "I am."
But she looked uncertain. I crooked my arm. "Then let the evening and the games begin."
She slipped her arm through mine, looking at me with a shuttered expression in her eyes.
"Don't worry. I don't bite on a first date."
"This is not a date, Shane."
The hell it wasn't. "Then you have nothing to worry about. Ready?"
She nodded and we left.
* * *
Sherlyn
If I'd been thinking clearly, commonsense would have dictated that going on a pseudo date with a man who made me breathless just by looking at me was a bad idea when the man in question was destined for Janine. But most of my commonsense had flown the coop when I started sleeping with Darkwater and hadn't bothered to return.
So instead of taking the wise course and not going out with Shane, I quickly found myself enchanted by him. He flirted with me on the drive to the restaurant, and I flirted back.
Once, while stopped at a red light, he turned to stare at my lips for so long, I knew he wanted to kiss me. My heart raced. Had he leaned over to kiss me, I would probably had parted my lips and welcomed his tongue in my mouth. Thankfully, the light changed, the car behind us honked, and he drove on.
I sat beside him, tense and wary. After weeks of wallowing in despair over how things ended with Darkwater, being with a man who clearly found me attractive and enjoyed my company was exhilarating.
I decided it was okay to bask a little in his admiration as long as I didn't lose sight of my reason for being there. I took a calming breath. By the time we arrived at the restaurant, I felt relaxed and looked forward to our evening together.
He spent most of the meal staring at me. I stared openly back. Conversation and amusement came surprising easier with him. We were sharing yet another laugh over coffee when I had the sensation of being watched. Glancing around, I saw one of Darkwater's brothers seated at a table across the room.
From the way he looked at Shane and then me, I had a feeling he was Michael. Telling myself I had no reason to feel guilty, I flashed a brief smile and turned my attention back to Shane, only to find him looking in Michael's direction.
"Do you know him?" he asked when he finally turned his attention back to me.
I nodded. "Yes."
"Intimately?"
"What? No. He's my best friend's brother."
"I think it's time we introduced ourselves properly." He sudden stretched his hand across the table. "Shane Reddorn."
"Red..." I suddenly realized why he'd looked familiar. He bore a resemblance to John and I'd seen his picture at John's place. "I'm Sherlyn Drake. You must be one of John's brothers."
He nodded. "And you must be Amber's best friend."
"Yes," I said, extending my hand. "I must be."
He engulfed my hand in his, sending a tingle through me. "And he's who?"
"I told you—one of my best friend's brothers."
"But not the brother?"
The way he emphasized the word the made it clear he knew about my past relationship with Darkwater. After a moment, I realize I didn't mind him knowing. "No. Not him," I said, just as Michael crossed the room and stopped by our table.
I quickly pulled my hand from Shane's.
"Sherlyn, what a nice surprise." He smiled at me before turning a cool gaze on Shane. "And your friend is?"
Before I could speak, Shane rose and extended his hand. "Shane Reddorn."
Michael nodded coolly but extended his hand. "Michael Darkwater."
I watched them briefly shake hands while bracing myself. For what? I had a feeling Michael wasn't going to appreciate seeing me with another man.
Michael narrowed his gaze before looking at me. "I didn't realize you were dating." He glanced at Shane, arching a brow. "John's brother?"
Shane nodded. "And you're clearly Darkwater's brother."
"Yes. I am," Michael said and looked at me again. His gaze lingered on the choker long enough to remind me that he and Darkwater had picked it out together.
I inhaled slowly, feeling defensive and almost as if he'd caught me cheating on Darkwater. "We're not dating," I was annoyed to hear myself say. Why was I explaining anything to him?
"I'm very glad to hear that, Sherlyn," he said and smiled suddenly.
"Yes, well, I wouldn't get too happy about that just yet, if I were you," Shane said, sounding annoyed. "That could change at any moment."
After several tense moments when he and Shane traded unfriendly stares, Michael suddenly bent down to brush his lips against my ear. "I know it's been hard, but please don't give up on him just yet, honey." He kissed my cheek and then turned to walk back across the room to his table where his date sat.
"Charming guy," Shane said and resumed his seat.
"Actually, he is," I said. "He's just very close to his brother."
"And clearly wants the two of you back together. Is there any chance of that happening?"
Didn't I wish? The thought caught me unawares and disheartened me. I shook my head. "Not really."
"Why not?"
"He likes silicon infected, skinny blondes."
He shrugged, looking amused. "Who doesn't at one time or another?"
"Are you including yourself?"
He nodded. "I married two of them."
"I knew it," I said, making no effort to conceal my annoyance.
"Before you get too certain you know me and my preference, you should know that I also divorced them."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning I am so over skinny blondes."
"But still into silicon?"
His gaze shifted to my breasts and lingered on them for several, long moments before he looked into my eyes again. "Like most men I know, I prefer natural breasts, but they're hard to come by these days."
I bit back the urge to tell him mine were natural.
"From the disdain I heard in your voice, can I assume you have no silicon infestations?"
I stared at him and then nodded. "What you see is what you get."
"And what would that be?"
"All me and all natural."
His gaze shifted briefly to my breasts. "Sounds and looks damned intriguing."
I felt a rush of satisfaction at the knowledge that he clearly liked what he saw. But then realized I was crossing the line with him. "I didn't mean..."
"What didn't you mean, Sherlyn?
"To draw attention to myself."
"You did that the moment our gazes locked this morning."
"Oh, no, Shane. Please don’t say that."
"Okay, but it won't change the truth."
"Please—"
"Never mind us for now. Tell me, are you okay with things being over between you and Darkwater?"
I sighed and then nodded. "Yes. Our relationship, such as it was, was toxic for me."
"Were you in love with him?"
"That's a very personal question." But I didn't really mind him asking it.
He nodded. "I know, but don't you think we should be honest with each other?"
I shrugged. "I thought I was, but it might just as easily have been an obsession as it was love."
"That can be almost as fulfilling or painful."
"Don't I know it?"
"Are you ready to forget him, Sherlyn?"
"I need to."
"Perhaps I can help."
Oh, Lord didn't I wish he could? I shook my head. "No. You can't."
"I'm sure I can," he said with a confidence I was sure was completely justified.
"I'm sure you could, but Janine—"
He shook his head. "In the spirit of being honest, I might as well tell you that I have zero interest in your friend and I don't see that changing."
I sank back against my seat, feeling winded. "Please don't say that."
"I already have."
"She's a great person and she really wants to get to know you."
"The feeling isn't mutual and it's not going to be."
"You haven't given her a chance to—"
"You're the one I'm interested in, Sherlyn."
"No! No. She—"
He reached across the table and placed his hand over mine.
I felt a shock of desire and immediately pulled my hand away.
"I'm sure she's everything you say she is, but I'm just not interested in her."
"You haven't given her a chance."
He recaptured my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know what I like and what I'd like is to get to know you."
What was I supposed to tell Janine when she asked how the evening had gone? I pulled my hand from his. "We should go."
"As you wish." He signaled for the waiter.
As we left, I turned to find Michael staring after us.
The atmosphere in Shane's car for the return trip felt oppressive. The evening that had started out so well ended badly because I suspected Michael would tell Darkwater he'd seen me out with another man and he wouldn't care.
I wanted to say good night in the lobby, but he insisted on accompanying me to my apartment. Although I suspected it was a bad idea, I allowed it. After opening my door, I turned to look at him, determined not to invite him in.
"I'm sorry the evening didn't turn out as you'd hoped it would," he said. "But I'd like to see you again on a real date with no pretense that I might be open to dating your friend."
Recalling how liberating and enjoyable flirting with him had been, I sighed. "I can't go out with you."
"Why not?"
"Because she's my friend and my friends are important to me."
"Is she as good a friend to you as you are to her?"
"Of course she is."
"Then be honest with her about my complete lack of interest." He caressed my cheek. "And then we can get to know each other...unless you're worried what Darkwater will say."
I pushed his hand away from my face. "He has nothing to do with this."
"Doesn't he?"
"No. He doesn't."
"Did you know your voice changes when you discuss him?"
"It doesn't." Did it?
"It does." He locked his gaze on my lips. "I really can help you forget him."
"You're very sure of yourself. Aren't you?"
"As a matter of fact I am." He stroked his fingers against my neck.
I inhaled quickly, enjoying the touch of his fingers on my skin.
"Why don't I let you decide if my confidence is justified or not?"
While I stared up at him, struggling to remember how much Janine was into him, he bent his head slowly.
I had ample time to turn my face away or to push against his shoulders. I did neither and moments later, I felt his warm, insistent lips caressing and nibbling at my neck and ear.
And oh...nice. So damn nice.
Giving my ear a last nip, he trailed a warm, sensuous path across my check to the corner of my lips and paused.
Despite my good intentions, I turned my head and leaned close to eagerly brush my mouth against his. The touch of his lips sent a surge of desire though me.
Slipping his arms around me, he drew my body tight against his.
I leaned close as he slowly, sensuously seared the taste of his lips on mine with a serious of hot, demanding kisses that sent chills of lust through me. Oh God. Burning with desire, I sucked at his thrusting tongue while pressing myself against his groin.
He slid his hands down to palm my ass and ground himself against me.
Holy hell that felt good. A shock of need and desire rushed through me, obliterating what was left of my commonsense. Moaning against his lips, I slid my arms up his chest to stroke my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth.
Oh God. Even though I felt no evidence of his being aroused, just feeling his big, hard body so close to mine, made me burn with need. I returned his passionate kisses as my nipples tightened and my pussy pulsed. It seemed an age since I'd last had the pleasure of feeling Darkwater's thick cock powering so deep and so deliciously into me.
My pussy ached and I wanted a hard, hot meaningless fuck. I mindlessly rubbed myself against his groin.
Within moments, I felt the unmistakable stirring of his cock. And I wanted to feel it inside my pussy. Reaching my hand between our bodies, I pressed my palm over his groin, rubbing and massaging him.
He responded by whirling me around. The next thing I knew, we were inside my apartment with the door closed, and my ass bumping the wall as he kissed me.
Still raining hot, burning kisses on my mouth, he gripped my hips and ground himself against me until the length and hardness of his erection signaled his readiness to fuck me.
With my pussy flooding, I struggled with his zipper until I managed to slide it down. Then I eagerly pushed my hand inside his pants, into the slit in his underwear, and closed my eager fingers around his cock. Oh, hell. I pumped him, rubbing my thumb over his cockhead. He was thick, hard, and already leaking pre-cum.
Shocked by the realization that I wanted him to push his bare cock into me, I attempted to rein in my desire. But just feeling him pulsing against my fingers drove me into the dark heat of sexual lust and made nonsense of all thought of loyalty to Janine.
I eased his cock out of his briefs and pants so it protruded in front of his body. Then I reached my other hand down to massage his ball sac.
Breathing deeply, he pushed my dress up and my panties aside.
Seconds later, I felt his fingers sliding along my slit before pushing into my wet pussy. Sucking on my tongue, he pushed in deeper.
I moaned and eagerly fucked my pussy on his fingers. I was soon lost in a wave of need. It wasn't until he'd withdrawn his fingers and I felt his rubbing the head of his bare hard cock along my slit that I came back to my senses.
When he pushed his cockhead against my slit, I tensed and pulled my hips back. I'd only ever gone raw with one man and I wanted to keep it that way. "No," I whispered, pushing against his abs in an attempt to keep him from pushing his big, hard shaft inside me. "No, Shane."
"Why not?" he demanded, reaching down to rub his cock head against my clit.
I longed to part my legs and eagerly welcome him inside me, but finally came to my senses. Shamefully, it was thoughts of Darkwater and not my friendship with Janine that finally gave me the strength to push his cock aside and then press a protective hand over my pussy. "I don't hop into bed the first night I meet a man."
"Bed? Who the hell said anything about hopping into bed?" He bent his head and brushed his mouth against my ear, while stroking a finger along my slit. "I'd be very happy to pleasure you on the carpet or leaning against this wall."
I caught my breath and then I laughed.
After a moment, he joined it.
He sobered and slipped a finger inside my pussy.
I trembled. "No, Shane."
"Why not?" His free hand brushed against the choker. "Because of him?"
"He has nothing to do with it," I said quickly. When he continued to stroke into me, I closed my thighs in an effort to immobilize his fingers. If he didn't stop soon, I wouldn't want him to. "I just can't."
"Shit!" He said but immediately stepped away from me and sheathed his shaft. He then leaned against the door and took several, deep breaths while I stood trembling beside him.
What must he think of me?
"Damn," he said into the tense silence. "I'm sorry. I meant it when I said it wasn't my style to hop into bed on a first date. I didn't ask you out with seduction in mind."
"Didn't you?"
"At least not tonight."
"I'm sorry too," I whispered. "I know it's totally unfair to rev you up like that and then ask you to stop."
"Damn right it is, but I'm one of those men who actually believe I'm required to stop the moment a woman says no."
The lack of anger in his voice made me feel worse. "I'm sorry," I said again.
He blew out a breath. "So am I. Shit. I'd better go but do us both a favor, Sherlyn. Be honest with your friend about my complete lack of interest in her. And we can talk in a few days."
I shook my head. "If you're determined not to give her a chance, we have no reason to see each other again."
He pushed himself away from the door. "I am totally sure I have no interest in her but I will see you again. I know how to take no for an answer when it comes to sexual intimacy, but that doesn't mean I won't pursue you."
How I wished I was in a position to take advantage of his determination. "I'm not dating you. I can't."
He leaned close to stare in my eyes. "We'll discuss it again later. Right now I need to get out of here." He brushed his hand against my breasts, stroked his fingers inside me as he pressed several, hard, demanding kisses against my lips.
I shuddered and struggled not to part my legs.
He pressed a quick, hot kiss against my mouth before leaving.
I leaned against the door, trying to decide how honest I should be with Janine when we talked in the morning. I knew it was cowardly but I wasn't equal to the task of even attempting to talk to her that night. Not after what I'd almost allowed to happen.