Sweetest Salvation by Kacey Hammell

you think.”
    “Then why are you here?” he
questioned, his gaze unwavering.
    “I wanted to tell you in
person that your idea isn’t going to happen. We’ve been… friends too long.
You’re Patrick’s best friend. It’s all kinds of wrong.”
    He leaned forward, arms
resting on his powerful thighs.
    His red t-shirt molded his
shoulders and the cuffs of the arms looked snug around his biceps. Damn him for
being in such great shape.
    She shivered, nipples tightening.
She needed to get away from him.
    “There, I’ve said all I have
to say. Goodbye,” she muttered, then turned back toward the door.
    Hunter was quickly behind
her, arms encasing her as his palms pressed against the door and preventing her
retreat.
    His breath was warm against
her ear. Andy wished she’d left her hair down. At least then she wouldn’t be
able to feel his breath on her neck.
    A shudder ran through her.
“Let me out, Hunter. I need to leave.”
    “Why? You were so desperate
to remain a member and be here the other night. I’m simply offering a safer
solution. Me instead of strangers,” he rasped against her ear.
    “I don’t have to worry about
much with strangers. At least they aren’t people I have to see after the sex is
over.”
    Hunter pressed in closer
behind her, which pushed her farther against the door. She’d always been
claustrophobic. And right now, being caged in by this man, made it even harder
to breathe than if she was locked in a closet. His chest was firm against her,
his mouth against her ear, and his hoarse voice soft.
    Her thighs rubbed together
and her clit chafed against her thong. The string along her ass was snug. All
she had to do was turn around and take what he offered. She wanted a cock
inside her.
    Dear lord, this was Hunter.
    Could she step over the
invisible line and take what he offered?
    He was attractive, always had
been to her. Hell, she’d only been married, not dead. She appreciated a
gorgeous man when she saw him.
    Hunter always treated with
her respect and friendship. She didn’t know how much he dated but had heard
women at the club mention his prowess in the bedroom. He could probably give
her everything she needed. There would be a sense of safety with him at least.
    And her body’s reaction to
him today, while surprising, knew what it wanted. While she was sure it was a
bad idea for them to journey down this path, she was overwhelmed by the sudden
realization that not just any cock would do.
    She wanted Hunter. Wanted only him inside her.
    Her breath hitched and her
lungs filled, making it hard to breathe. No, she didn`t have the courage to give into this man.
    She needed to get out of this
room and away from him. Grabbing the doorknob once more, Andy yanked.
    Hunter’s palms never moved
from the door, but in her hasty movements, his chest aligned tighter against
her back.
    Pressed against the door, she
turned her head, her right cheek resting on it as her breasts pushed against
her bra. The hard surface scraped against her clothing, which abraded her
nipples. The urge to purr and rub against the wood was overwhelming.
    Hunter’s body pressed against
her; the cock cradling her ass told her that he was just as affected as she.
His length was hard, solid. His hips dipped and shoved against the crack of her
ass.
    “Andy,” he whispered in her
ear.
    She closed her eyes, willed
herself to push back against him until he let her go.
    Her eyes opened when she
realized her hips moved against his. Her pussy quivered and her stomach
clenched. There was no sense in fighting a losing battle. She wanted him. If it
took having sex with him to snap them both out of this odd funk they seemed to
be in, then so be it.
    Her left arm lifted, curled
around his neck and pulled him closer. Her head fell back onto his right
shoulder as his arms folded around her and he palmed her breasts.
    “Jesus, you feel good,”
Hunter groaned against her neck.
    She closed her eyes and she
pushed her ass against his