Cassie is more than a friend with benefits, and I love helping her overcome her shyness in the bedroom. Now our teaching assistant has his eye on her too and all my primitive instincts are taking over. Maybe I’m being a bit possessive, but what have I got to lose?
I told Will that once should be enough, but he’s determined to make me scream over and over again… I feel truly sexy for the first time in my life, but with a new wager on the line I’d better think twice before falling for my best friend.
This 35,000-word sequel to the hot new adult romance novella ONCE SHOULD BE ENOUGH can be read as a standalone–but you might want to sit down (on a towel). If you like your romance swift, sharp and sizzling, then DON’T THINK TWICE!
“That won’t be hard,” I muttered.
Cassie chuckled beside me. I flopped onto my back, my arms and legs akimbo. My heart rate slowed with Rodney’s low, musical recommendations to press my spine into the floor and breathe through my eyelids.
Every part of my body felt exhausted but energized at the same time, but he must have been trained in some kind of yoga hypnosis thing, because when I came back to myself, the room was empty and Cassie sat watching me, hugging her knees to her chest.
“You fell asleep.”
“Holy shit.” Really?
“Namaste.” With her palms pressed together at her sternum, she bobbed her chin down and giggled. Little tendrils of damp hair curled around her pink face, the messy dark knot flagging on top of her head. She hadn’t changed yet, her bare arms now wrapped around her bare legs like an unadorned Cassie pretzel—with salt.
“Okay, you win. Yoga is hard,” I admitted.
“Told ya.” As she unfolded herself to kneel on the mat on her hands and knees, I hardened, too.
“You were right, I was wrong.”
She grinned. “It’s just stretching, right?” She rolled her back like an inchworm, arching and curving sinuously, back and forth. I wanted nothing more than to string up a hammock in the small of her back and spend a summer there.
“Ooof!” She straddled me, catching me by surprise.
She landed right over my waist, the damp vee between her legs pressed into the sliver of skin between where my shirt had ridden up and my sweats hung on my hips. Fucking hell, I could feel how hot and wet she was. Her sweat mixed with her unique, musky scent, and it went straight to my cock like some kind of olfactory Viagra. Damn pheromones.
“Where’d everybody go?” I asked, my hands reflexively going to her hips as she shimmied on top of me.
“Last class in here for the night.” She shivered a little as my thumbs traced along the dent of her hips. “We’re all—oh, I love your hands—alone.”
“Do you remember what happened last time we showered together?”
She bit her lower lip and nodded shyly. My dick was rock hard and aching for her. I fought the urge to pull her down on me hard and grind against her, instead forcing my hands down onto the mat.
I wanted her. I wanted to kiss her until she was breathless. I wanted to see just how strong and flexible yoga had made her. I wanted to find out if her nipples tasted salty from sweat and if her clit had plumped up from those tight little shorts. I wanted to fuck her right into corpse pose.
But I wanted her to make the first move. I knew I’d come on too strong before but as sexy as her self-discovery was, I was just the guide, not the explorer. Fuck, I was happy to be that. I would program the GPS and provide a back-up map and guidebook. I’d even hold up a fucking sign like a dorky walking tour group leader in Europe, but she had to decide which sights to see.
“Will?” She leaned over, her hands pressed against the floor on either side of my head. Heat radiated from her skin, shimmering toward me like a desert oasis.
“Wanna get naked with me again?”