Say Goodbye (Romantic Suspense #25) by Karen Rose

            He ran his hands up her back and kissed her hard. “I was two feet away.”

            “You were in the front seat and I was in the back seat, on the floor and under a blanket.”

            He’d insisted, worried that someone might be watching outside the apartment building.

            “To keep you safe.” He searched her face, a frown on his. “You’re nervous.”

            “A little. I mean, deciding we’re having sex, then putting it off like this? Although I should be fine with it,” she added lightly. “What’s twenty minutes when I’ve waited seven years?”

            She was babbling. Because she was nervous, and only part of it was the forced delay.

            Most of it was worry that she’d forced him into this.

            He tipped her chin up so that he could see her face. “Did you change your mind?” he asked quietly. “Because if you did, it’s all right. We can wait until—”

            She silenced him with a kiss, putting everything she had into it. It was lush and hot and channeled every erotic fantasy of him that she’d ever had. He groaned deep in his throat and palmed her butt, yanking her against him. She could feel him throbbing against her, and all she wanted was his hands on every inch of her skin.

            He wrenched away, breathing hard, his eyes hungry. “Why are you nervous, then?”

            “I don’t want you to do this because I guilted you into it.”

            He shifted, pressing harder into her while tightening his hold on her ass. “I’m here because I don’t want to be anywhere else. Do you believe me?”

            She wanted to. She cupped his face and forced herself to answer honestly. “Mostly.”

            “Do you want to wait?” he asked, her nerves apparently catching.

            Of that answer she was certain. “Not another minute.”

            He exhaled in a relieved rush. “Thank God. But if you change your mind—”

            She pressed her finger to his lips. “I know. But I won’t. Show me your bedroom, Tom.”

            He closed his eyes, drawing a breath. “I’m not going to make it that far.”

            “Then you’ll come twice,” she said, then laughed when he tugged her up the stairs and into his room.

            He stopped short, drinking her in. “I’ve wished you were here.”

            She loved the look in his eyes. It made her feel desired and powerful. “You have?”

            He nodded, hands lifting to unbutton his shirt. “I have.” He toed off his shoes. “Usually when I was trying to sleep. I’d think of you all cozy in your blankets and I’d want to rip them off you and . . . make you scream my name.”

            Her mouth went dry when he took off the shirt. He was . . . wow. “You did?”

            “I did.” He pulled the belt from his jeans and freed the button. “I’d tell myself it was impossible. That I’d ruin our friendship.”

            “That was . . .” She forgot what she was going to say when he slid his zipper down.

            “That was?” He shoved his jeans to his knees, revealing black boxer briefs that clung like a second skin. He was hard and big and she wanted him more than she wanted to breathe.

            “Um.” The sound came out a dry croak. His predatory grin made her heart race and her knees weak. She took a step back, lowering herself to sit on the bed. “What was the question?”

            He kicked off his jeans and pulled off his socks, making even that movement look graceful and fluid. “I said I was afraid I’d ruin our friendship. You said, ‘That was . . .’ That was what?”

            “I have absolutely no idea.”

            She heard his chuckle but didn’t look up, unable to take her eyes off that bulge. She could see him pulsing and she itched to touch. He stepped closer, bringing that delicious bulge right in front of her face. She grabbed the hem of the briefs and yanked them down. His cock slapped against his stomach and she shuddered out a sigh before closing her fingers around him.