How To Date Your Brother's Best Friend: A snarky, steamy contemporary romance by Karigan Hale

Author:Karigan Hale [Hale, Karigan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-27T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lizzie came back to her senses slowly, like waking up from a lazy afternoon nap in the summertime. She knew she should move, but she didn't want to. Being held like this by Zander Drake was a fantasy she'd had since she'd found out about boyfriends. Now he breathed heavily into her neck and squeezed her upper thigh. She could feel him throbbing inside her, fitting so perfectly she probably would have cried if she was a crier. Which thankfully, she was not, because that would be embarrassing.

Zander must have been reawakening, too, because he moved his lips onto her skin and kissed his way from her neck, to her jaw, and back to her mouth. He cupped her face so gently, so sweetly as he kissed her, she almost did cry then. She would remind her stupid heart later that Zander was just a silly high school crush she needed to get out of her system. Check it off the bucket list. Stem her curiosity. And move on.

Easier said than done. Especially when he kissed her like she was the most precious thing alive.

All too soon, he let go and stepped away. "I'll just, ah, run to the bathroom," he said yanking his jeans back over his perfectly toned ass.

She murmured an "uh-huh" and pressed her head and palms against the wall to try to even her breathing and calm her racing mind. No luck. What had she just done? What was she going to do now? Why was he even here in the first place?

Her eyes narrowed as she remembered how quickly he was able to produce the condom from his pocket. Did he come here for a booty call? Was she that much of a foregone conclusion?

Okay, fine. Two could play that game. She could easily also pretend it meant nothing more than a booty call to her as well. Lizzie grabbed her shirt from the floor and used it to mop up the puddle of rainwater Zander had dripped there.

She heard the sink water come on in the bathroom and, figuring Zander was almost done, dashed to her bedroom. She didn't want to be still standing topless in the middle of her living room when he came out. She pulled on the first clean shirt she could find and switched her shorts—now damp for a few reasons—for a pair of sweatpants. Nothing said I don't care if you don't care like sweatpants.

She was back in the kitchen making the tea she had started earlier when Zander emerged from the bathroom. Topless.

Damn him.

"Hi," he said leaning a hip against the counter.

"Hi, yourself," she turned around and fiddled with the sugar and spoon on the counter, so she'd stop staring at that magnificent V—the one pointing the way to yummy town—peeking out of his jeans.

"I borrowed a towel," he said. "Hope that's okay."

"Of course. I might have a few of Nick's things here if you want to change," she offered.

"No, that's okay. I'll just get wet again when I leave.

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