temptation all through
college. She wasn’t going to give in now.
#
The funny thing
was, the harder she tried not to think about sleeping with Rain Foster, the
more it seemed that was all she could think about. Her mind kept drifting the
next day at work, and she couldn’t get a thing done.
The thing she
thought about most was the night it’d almost happened. Crazily enough, Rain of
all people was the one who’d stopped it.
It’d been
during spring semester of their junior year. They’d gone to some dance together
that April. She couldn’t remember the name or the theme of the dance now.
Neither one of them had other date prospects. Carolina had been dating some guy
seriously at the time, so she’d gone to the dance with him. Carolina and her
boyfriend left the dance together. Daphne and Rain had ended up together back
at his apartment.
She hadn’t
wanted to go home alone that night. She hadn’t known exactly what she’d wanted,
or how far she’d wanted things to go, but she knew she wanted to be with Rain.
That night was
the only night they’d ever kissed. Kissing him was unlike kissing anyone else
whose lips hers had ever touched. She remembered melting every time he touched
her, pulled her closer. His lips sent warm sensations rushing through every
inch of her body. All she’d wanted was to never stop kissing him. She’d felt
more than a spark. All of her had been crazy with desire for him. She’d never
wanted anyone more—before or after. She’d felt as if her lips were made
to kiss only his. She’d found the place she fit. Too bad she knew all too well
how Rain would feel about her theories.
Still, she’d
never forget the way his lips had felt on hers. Smooth, firm,
his mouth a perfect fit against hers. She didn’t know how long they’d
spent on his couch, just kissing. Their bodies pressed together. His hands had
slipped down her back, to her waist, across her stomach. Up to her breasts.
She’d been in a trance, not able to pull him close enough or kiss him deeply
enough.
His lips had
moved to her neck. Although that felt good, she was impatient for his lips to
find hers again. When they did, she pulled off his suit jacket. After pulling
his shirt out of the waistband of his slacks, she began fumbling with the
button. Her fingers scrabbled against his torso as she pulled at the button to
his pants, and she felt his muscles tighten under her skin.
He put his
hands over hers and pulled back. Slowly, reluctantly it seemed, he said, “We
can’t.”
“But it’s okay.
I want to,” she whispered.
“Right now, you
do. And I do, too. But you’re the one person I’m going to hold back with.
Believe me, if we didn’t have the history we have, I’d take you right now. I do want to. Bad.”
“But?”
“But,” he said,
his eyes roaming over her face and lower. Her face flooded with heat. As did
lower parts of her body. His eyes moved back to her face. His gaze met hers.
“You’re one of the best friends I have. I don’t have many female friends. I’m
not the best at making them, and I’m even worse at keeping them. I don’t want
to lose you for one night of sex. Even if it would be a really incredible night.”
“It doesn’t
have to be that way. We can have both,” she said.
“No. We can’t.
Carolina and I…we proved that. I just wish things had never changed between
us.” By that point, Rain and Carolina had tried to date and had ugly breakups
several times. They were still friends, but things would never be the same
between them.
“But if we both
go into this knowing what it is, nobody’s going to be hurt. We’ll still be good
friends,” she’d said. She was desperate to have him pressed against her again.
She’d say whatever it took to get that—the only thing she wanted at that
moment—again.
He’d smiled
sadly at her. “That’s what you think now.”
She bit her
lower lip and looked up at him. At the time, she’d wondered if he was right. If
he’d had
college. She wasn’t going to give in now.
#
The funny thing
was, the harder she tried not to think about sleeping with Rain Foster, the
more it seemed that was all she could think about. Her mind kept drifting the
next day at work, and she couldn’t get a thing done.
The thing she
thought about most was the night it’d almost happened. Crazily enough, Rain of
all people was the one who’d stopped it.
It’d been
during spring semester of their junior year. They’d gone to some dance together
that April. She couldn’t remember the name or the theme of the dance now.
Neither one of them had other date prospects. Carolina had been dating some guy
seriously at the time, so she’d gone to the dance with him. Carolina and her
boyfriend left the dance together. Daphne and Rain had ended up together back
at his apartment.
She hadn’t
wanted to go home alone that night. She hadn’t known exactly what she’d wanted,
or how far she’d wanted things to go, but she knew she wanted to be with Rain.
That night was
the only night they’d ever kissed. Kissing him was unlike kissing anyone else
whose lips hers had ever touched. She remembered melting every time he touched
her, pulled her closer. His lips sent warm sensations rushing through every
inch of her body. All she’d wanted was to never stop kissing him. She’d felt
more than a spark. All of her had been crazy with desire for him. She’d never
wanted anyone more—before or after. She’d felt as if her lips were made
to kiss only his. She’d found the place she fit. Too bad she knew all too well
how Rain would feel about her theories.
Still, she’d
never forget the way his lips had felt on hers. Smooth, firm,
his mouth a perfect fit against hers. She didn’t know how long they’d
spent on his couch, just kissing. Their bodies pressed together. His hands had
slipped down her back, to her waist, across her stomach. Up to her breasts.
She’d been in a trance, not able to pull him close enough or kiss him deeply
enough.
His lips had
moved to her neck. Although that felt good, she was impatient for his lips to
find hers again. When they did, she pulled off his suit jacket. After pulling
his shirt out of the waistband of his slacks, she began fumbling with the
button. Her fingers scrabbled against his torso as she pulled at the button to
his pants, and she felt his muscles tighten under her skin.
He put his
hands over hers and pulled back. Slowly, reluctantly it seemed, he said, “We
can’t.”
“But it’s okay.
I want to,” she whispered.
“Right now, you
do. And I do, too. But you’re the one person I’m going to hold back with.
Believe me, if we didn’t have the history we have, I’d take you right now. I do want to. Bad.”
“But?”
“But,” he said,
his eyes roaming over her face and lower. Her face flooded with heat. As did
lower parts of her body. His eyes moved back to her face. His gaze met hers.
“You’re one of the best friends I have. I don’t have many female friends. I’m
not the best at making them, and I’m even worse at keeping them. I don’t want
to lose you for one night of sex. Even if it would be a really incredible night.”
“It doesn’t
have to be that way. We can have both,” she said.
“No. We can’t.
Carolina and I…we proved that. I just wish things had never changed between
us.” By that point, Rain and Carolina had tried to date and had ugly breakups
several times. They were still friends, but things would never be the same
between them.
“But if we both
go into this knowing what it is, nobody’s going to be hurt. We’ll still be good
friends,” she’d said. She was desperate to have him pressed against her again.
She’d say whatever it took to get that—the only thing she wanted at that
moment—again.
He’d smiled
sadly at her. “That’s what you think now.”
She bit her
lower lip and looked up at him. At the time, she’d wondered if he was right. If
he’d had
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