Treacherous

“We just can’t.”

My fingers flex against her waist. “Look at me, Rylee.”

When she lifts her head, the beam from the porch light illuminates her face, revealing the redness tinting her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” I ask gently.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she mutters. “That’s just it. It felt good. Really good. But I’ve never—”

She stops abruptly and bites her lip, uncertainty dimming her eyes. The look doesn’t match the confident and self-assured woman I know.

Realization dawns, and my cock jerks in my shorts. Her eyes widen at the movement.

I lift my head and look straight into her eyes. “Are you a virgin, Rylee?” I keep my tone even, although my mind is racing a mile a minute. How in the fuck could a girl as hot as her still be untouched?

“Yes.”

I close my eyes and release a shuddering breath. I don’t know why the thought of no one having touched Rylee before makes me so happy, but it damn sure does.

Deliriously so.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

She scrunches up her pert little nose. “I wouldn’t say I’m embarrassed. Just… uncertain. I mean, you’ve got all this experience, and well… I don’t. I’m not like the girls you’re used to.”

I tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “You’ve been listening to rumors.” I smirk.

Her hands settle against my pecks, her fingers slightly digging into the muscles. “Maybe.”

“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.”

She cocks a brow. “So, you’re saying you don’t like girls with experience?”

“I’m saying I don’t only like girls with experience. I have no preference, so long as she’s into me and I’m into her.”

“Oh.”

I lift her off my lap and set her beside me before getting to my feet. “It’s all irrelevant anyway. You’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Even as I say the words, I want to take them back. Being with Rylee the last few minutes has been relaxing and comfortable, something I don’t normally feel with girls. But I know Oliver would flip his shit if he found out. No girl is worth fucking up a ten-year friendship for.

“Yeah.”

I look back at Rylee when I reach the bottom of the porch steps. She has her hands stuffed between her knees again, staring off into space, with a frown marring her pretty face. I want to wipe it away, but I force myself to move toward the driveway instead.

Without another look backward, I quickly climb into my truck and leave temptation behind.

RYLEE

“TELL ME YOU WANT ME.” Zayden hovers above me, his breath dancing across my face.

“I want you.” My voice is muffled and distorted, causing the words to come out jumbled.

“Say it.” He rocks into me, sending a wave of pleasure through my lower extremities.

Every inch of my body aches for him.

Every cell ignites for him.