She leaned into me, her sexy body vibrating with barely controlled fury. I seemed to bring the worst out in her, but her anger was hot as hell. Imagine all that extreme emotion directed into something more positive.
“You’re being very ungrateful.”
“You can’t dictate my life.”
“I’m not. I’m dictating my children’s lives. You happen to be in the way.”
Her nostrils flared with her temper. Stupid choice of words on my part, but I loved poking the lioness.
I moved closer to her, and she skittered backward a few steps, some of her anger turning to nervousness. “You’re fucking sexy when you’re mad at me. Remember when you thought I was flirting with that other girl, and you were so furious with me? Best fucking sex ever.”
Her face softened a little, and I guessed she was remembering, too. We’d done it that night hot, hard, rough, totally down and dirty. When I said it’d been the best sex ever, I wasn’t kidding. But then every time I’d fucked Caro, I’d thought it was the best sex ever.
“Fucking sex, isn’t that redundant?” A ghost of a smile played on her lips. My gaze slid down her face to those lips. I wanted to taste their sweetness once again. This invisible thread of attraction had always connected us, and it tugged me closer. I leaned into her, and she leaned into me. I brushed my lips against hers and heard her throaty gasp. God, that was sexy as fuck. My fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, and I pulled her close for a deeper kiss. She didn’t resist but kissed me right back, opening up to me. Our tongues mated, our lips talked to each other without talking but using the oldest language known to man. I closed my eyes, giving myself up to the emotions being set free inside me. I felt her as if she were a part of me, while the world spun lazily around us and wrapped us in its protective arms. For one short moment, my life was complete, perfect, just as it should be.
These weren’t the crazed kisses of teenagers with raging hormones, but they were the crazed kisses of two adults with epic sexual chemistry. In the years Caro and I had been apart, through all the girlfriends and hookups, nothing felt like this. Absolutely fucking nothing.
We’d always been like this together, and time hadn’t dampened our desire for each other.
Breathing as hard as if I’d sprinted around the ice arena twenty times, I drew back and nuzzled her neck and collarbone. She smelled like honey and flowers and better days with even better nights. She smelled like she was mine, and I was hers.
Only she wasn’t. She’d been someone else’s for years. She wasn’t my Caro anymore.
The moment ended too quickly, but I still wanted her any way I could get her. Even the reality of her situation didn’t drown out the raw need she’d set loose inside me.
“Easton,” she sighed against my ear, “we can’t do this. We can’t—”
We both froze at the knock on the door.
“Not again,”
I grumbled and backed away with reluctance.
“Come in,” Caro said in a shaky voice.
“Hey, am I interrupting?” Juniper said through the closed door.
“Yes, you are,” I said, ignoring Caro’s murderous glare. “We’re in the middle of something.”
“We are not. Please, come in.”
Juniper entered. Her knowing smirk said it all as she shifted her gaze from one of us to the other. “I was interrupting something. I knew it.”
We weren’t fooling her, and I didn’t expect to. The chemistry between us was too strong, too transparent, and impossible to mask. Neither Caro nor I was good at subterfuge. Hopefully, the kids didn’t notice.
Red faced, Caro looked away, while I grinned.
“I’m really excited about seeing our new apartment, E, and I wanted to make sure Caro wasn’t being ungracious, as she tends to be, and telling you to shove those keys up your ass.”
“She is, but I’m ignoring her.”
“Where is this condo exactly?” Caro asked through gritted teeth.
“Not far from here. In my building.”
“In your building?” She gave me one of those are you crazy glances and groaned. Yeah, I was crazy. Crazy stupid or crazy smart. Only time would tell.
“Yup. It’s safe and clean and big, and on the same floor as mine.”
“The same floor?”
“Directly across the hall.” I grinned guilelessly as if I expected her to be thrilled when I knew she really wanted to feed me to the lions at Woodland Park Zoo.
“Wonderful, just wonderful.”
“I thought it was.” I grinned, and Junie and I fist-bumped.
My gaze drifted to Caro. She was still flushed, and her lips were parted slightly, reminding me how good it felt to have those lips on mine. I wanted them again and again and again. Avoiding a sexual relationship with her was going to be the hardest thing I ever did, and I wasn’t sure I was up to the task.
Caroline point of view
Reluctantly, and having zero say in the matter, I loaded the kids and myself into Easton’s big-assed luxury SUV. That thing could haul Heath’s entire hockey team and all their gear. I sat in the back seat with the kids while Juniper sat in the front seat with Easton. She jabbered as much as Hailey did, going on and on about the condo and how excited she was and couldn’t wait to see it.
Easton pulled into a parking garage on the bottom level of a tall building with walls of windows. We took the elevator up several levels. To be honest, I didn’t notice what level he punched. I was too busy staring at his profile as he lovingly gazed down at my…our children. His protective yet affectionate expression almost brought me to my knees in that confined space. I propped myself up against the wall, faking a casual stance. Easton never once glanced my way, his attention focused on our kids. If I’d stripped naked and dry-humped him, I’m not sure he would’ve noticed. A strangled giggle erupted from my throat, and Junie gave me a questioning look.
“Nothing,” I said. She shrugged and didn’t press for details.
The elevator door swished open. Much to my surprise, Easton glanced over his shoulder as he ushered the kids into the hallway. He cocked a brow at me, and without thinking, I threw him a saucy kiss. His brown eyes darkened for a moment, and I knew what he was thinking because I was thinking—and wanting—the same thing.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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