Oh, god. What had he done?
Bryan wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and squeezed. s**t, s**t, s**t.
Heather"s taste still danced on his tongue. Her scent clung to him. Her curves… god, her curves. They were imprinted on him. He could still feel the ample flesh of her breasts against his chest, the swell of her hips under his palms… And he wanted more. He wanted her naked and panting beneath him.
He squeezed his neck harder.
Heather isn"t for us. Heather isn"t for us. Heather—
Heather isn"t for us. Heather isn"t for us. Heather—Except she"d felt pretty f*****g good against him. Yes, her innocence showed in her response to his kiss, but she had responded… eagerly. Like she"d been waiting for this moment as much as he had.
Jay was going to kill him.
A kiss wasn"t the same as
