Stroke of Luck

Her arms came around his neck, and her lips pressed tighter to his. He slid his hand down her back and drew her closer. She sighed against his mouth as he deepened the kiss.

He breathed her in. She smelled like apple blossoms and vanilla. He stroked her face and threaded his fingers through her silken hair. His tongue nudged her lips, and she opened for him, allowing him to sweep his tongue inside her mouth.

He plunged deep, stroking his tongue over hers. She whimpered softly, melting against him.

Oh, God, he was going to lose himself in her. This was too sweet. This is what he wanted so badly.

Slowly, he drew back, forcing himself to pull away. His groin was tight and his cock hard, but worse, his heart ached in need.

Damn, he was still in fucking love with this woman.

He didn’t want to be. He knew how incredibly foolhardy it was. But he had no control over his heart.

He did, however, have control over his head.

He walked back to his chair and tossed back his drink, then grabbed his jacket.

“I have to check on something,” he said, then strode from the room.

* * *

Austin stared at the door. Well, that hadn’t worked out quite the way he’d hoped.

April still stood in a daze, staring after Quinn. Austin stood up and walked to her side.

“Do you think we should go after him?” she asked.

“No, he’ll work it out. How about you? Are you d

oing okay?”

She glanced his way. “Yes, of course.”

He smiled, not believing her. That kiss had rocked both of them.

“Good.” He nudged his head toward the sitting area. “Why don’t we sit down and relax until he comes back?”

“Sure.” She walked to the couch while he poured them both another drink, then settled down beside her.

He swirled his drink, watching her. “It was Quinn, wasn’t it? The first man who kissed you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“So tell me about your relationship with Quinn back then.”

She turned her gaze to him, her lips pursed. “You ask a lot of questions, Austin.”

Austin grinned. “Yeah, I know. It’s my most endearing quality.”

She laughed, but even though he’d been joking, he knew that to her it probably was. She wasn’t used to people taking an interest in her.

“But I hope you’ll answer,” he continued. “Quinn’s my best friend, and I want to understand.”

She sighed and kicked off her shoes, then curled her legs beside her on the couch. Unfortunately, the move reminded him of her lack of panties.

The arousal that had been raging through him ever since Quinn had told him about this special arrangement had finally settled to a slow simmer, but now it flared back to life again. His cock strained uncomfortably in his pants.

He urged his body to relax.