Lover's Revenge by Lyric James Page B

to dinner, he’d been unobtrusive, even though he’d made their twosome a threesome.
    Now there was a thought .
    She might have forgiven the ex anything if she’d had a chance to experience a threesome with Jared. A wicked thought began to form in her mind. He had a lean, athletic build, and she remembered his muscular physique from the one time they’d worked out together at the gym.
    “No, please stay. I don’t mind. As a matter of fact, why don’t you put your bags in the house? I was about to take a walk on the beach. You can join me, and it’l give us a chance to catch up.”
    When a bright smile flashed across his face, she had to make herself not stumble back as a torrential shock of lust rioted through her system.
    Dayna led him through the house to the last empty room upstairs. It was her grand’s favorite area in the house. The library.
    “It’s not very big,” she told him after she stepped through the door.
    With floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a stately cherry wood desk facing the massive picture window, there wasn’t a lot of room, but it had a couch that might be long enough to fit Jared’s frame. She motioned toward the sofa. “It’s actualy quite comfortable. I’ve falen asleep on it many times.”
    He moved to stand behind her, and she resisted the urge to lean against him. Where were these feelings and desires coming from? In her mind, she knew the risk she took. He was the best friend, and rejection was not good for her soul right now, but standing in this room her grand loved, she had a feeling she’d been infatuated with the wrong guy. An intense desire to shut the door and seduce him sweled inside her.
    “The view is spectacular,” Jared said, his voice low and mesmerizing.
    She trailed her fingers over the high-backed leather chair in front of her in an effort to not to reach around and touch him. “My grandmother loved to sit here and read, or just stare out the window.”
    “I don’t blame her.”
    The sun had dipped, leaving only a crescent of its round shape above the midnight black surface of the water. Stars sparkled along the water like twinkling Christmas lights. Because the windows were up, she heard the waves crashing against the surf and snatches of conversation from her guests who were out by the pool carried on the wind.
    Jared took her hand. “Let’s take that walk.”
    Tingles of heated electric activity surged up her arm. Had he ever touched her before? If he had, she would have definitely remembered this shocking feeling, the need to slide her body against his and have her wicked way with him. Dayna looked down. “I want to change first. Do you mind?”
    His gaze slid from her sandaled feet up to her face, and she resisted the urge to squirm, wondering what he saw when he looked at her. Did he desire her as she was beginning to want him? He was her ex’s best friend, but she had a feeling something besides her e-mail invitation made him come here, and she had to find out what it was.
    “No. I don’t mind at al.”
    She motioned behind her. “I’m right across the hal.” In her bedroom, she reached inside her drawer for a pair of purple shorts and a white tank top. There was nothing wrong with what she had on, but the plan simmering in the back of her mind required a wardrobe change.
    Knowing Jared was on the other side of the door as she took off the shirt and capris she wore only intensified the craving twisting between her legs. Looking in the mirror she smiled. The shorts were skin tight and barely covered her ass. The tank top had spaghetti straps that left little to the imagination as her breasts puffed out over the top. She stopped to look at herself in the ful length glass and wondered what he would see when she opened the door.
    Oh wel.
    When she did, Jared’s eyes widened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.
    “Ready to go?” she asked.
    He moved to the side when she crossed the threshold and nodded his head. “Yeah. Sure.”
    Hmmm