More Than Lovers (13 page)

Their passionate night is a welcome respite from life’s stress, but afterward, Josh realizes he wants more—from himself, from life, from Ellen. Except she still thinks he’s a one-off she’ll never see again. Confessing the truth now—before she figures it out on her own—could shatter the fragile beginnings of just what the doctor ordered. A forever love.

Warning: Contains mistaken identities, a sometimes-glasses-wearing hottie, deep questions about figuring out what you want from life, and a red-hot college romance.

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Take What You Want:

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, kissing his way toward her ear.

She hummed and touched his chest, tilting her neck and giving him more of herself to kiss. “You look nice, too.”

“Thanks.” He pressed his lips once more over her pulse point, then stood up straight and slid his hand to the small of her back. “After you.”

He held his breath as they made their way toward his car. She let him hold the door for her and glanced up at him as she folded herself into the seat. Her skirt rose up on her thighs, and from this angle, he could see down her shirt.

He closed the door and took the long way around to his side of the car, forcing a few long, hard breaths before climbing in beside her. The instant they were closed inside that space together, all his efforts at calming himself were for naught. He’d been inside her twice, but sitting there like that, going out like normal people, felt like another thing entirely. He glanced over at her, only to find her gazing at him, her expression easy and sure. And she looked so beautiful.

Out of nowhere, he said, “Thank you.”

Her laughter rang out like bells. “For what?”

“For agreeing to go out with me.”

She reached over and put her hand on his knee. “Thanks for asking.”

“Right.” He couldn’t help grinning. He’d asked, and she’d said yes. “Right.”

With that, he turned the key in the ignition and positioned both hands securely on the wheel.

It was a quiet ride over to the restaurant. At some point, she asked where they were going, and he grinned, kept his eyes on the road and told her she’d find out soon enough. It wasn’t as if he was really keeping her guessing. In a little college town, there weren’t all that many options, and when they pulled up in front of his favorite Italian place, there was a smug tilt to her mouth.

“You’re okay with Italian?”

“Love it.”

He got out and went around to her side of the car. He wasn’t in time to get her door for her, but he could at least take her hand as she stepped out. The whole walk across the parking lot, he didn’t let it go.

Inside, the usually bustling restaurant was unusually slow, just like everything else was when classes weren’t in session, and before long, they were seated across from each other in a quiet booth in the back. As he perused the menu, Josh kept darting his gaze over to Ellen to take in her face. She read with her full attention, and in spite of the make-up and the styled hair, she looked so much like the girl from the other side of the lecture hall that it made his chest tight. Finally, she put down her menu and smiled at him.

“Figure out what you want?”

She nodded, licking her lips and gazing at him. “I think so.”

“Good.” He stared right back, as caught up as ever in her.

The sound of a throat clearing broke the moment. Josh looked up to find a waiter hovering, his expression clearly questioning whether he should stay or go. Josh folded his menu up and nodded. Once they’d placed their orders, the waiter retreated just as quickly as he’d come, and Josh was left alone with Ellen.

For a minute, all he could do was stare.

She was the first to glance away. “So…” she said.

“So.”

“This is us. On a date.”

“That it is.” Just the thought made him smile. He reached across the table and held his hands out, silently asking. She hesitated, gaze down, but then placed her palms in his. “I really am glad you’re here.”

“Me, too.” Only her eyes still weren’t meeting his.

“Hey.” He squeezed her fingers. “Look at me?”

Her gaze rose, her shoulders straightening.

He drew in a deep breath and rubbed her knuckles. “I asked you out because I want to get to know you. This weekend…” His voice trailed off as flashes of heat slid over his skin.

Fortunately, she finished his sentence for him. “Was amazing.”

“So amazing.” He lifted their joined hands and leaned forward to press one soft kiss to the back of each. “And I just…I want to know you.”

She flinched but didn’t shut down. “I already told you. There’s not much to tell.”

“And I already told you, I don’t believe you.”

Her gaze followed their hands as he lowered them down to the table. Her voice low and just a little distant, she asked, “When do classes start up again for you?”

Right. Because she still thought he would be leaving soon.

“Monday,” he answered honestly. “But my dad and I are leaving Saturday for this…camping thing.”

“So you’re leaving in four days.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie. “Yes.”

“We met on Saturday and you’re leaving on Saturday. A week and a day. And you want to get to know me?” Her voice was disaffected, but there was something wavering to it, too. “Is it even worth it?”

“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate, didn’t give an inch. With his eyes, he tried to tell her what he didn’t have words yet to say. “To me, it is. The question is, will you let me?”

She didn’t answer, just withdrew her hands and looked away at the TV in the corner. Everything about her posture was affected nonchalance, but there was tension in there, too. The downward tug at the corner of her mouth and the tapping of her nail against her lip. And it was…horrible. Awkward and awful and…

Silently cursing at himself, he balled up his napkin in his fist. He’d had to press. He’d just had to.

But how else was he going to get what he wanted from her?

Just then, she started, turning toward him, fingers going to her hair and lips parting as if she were about to speak. His heart rose into his throat, but the instant her gaze connected with his, she darted it away again. Twisted her whole body away.

But she’d wanted to talk to him. She had.

And he could wait as long as she needed him to.

It didn’t take that long, after all. Three more aborted attempts at speech, each more resolved than the last, and she finally faced him straight-on. The uncertain motions were all gone now, her elbow anchored to the edge of the table, hand loosely curled in the air in front of her.

“You really want to do this?”

Did she even know what she was asking?

Voice and gaze both dead level, he said, simply, “Yes.”

More Than Lovers

Jess Dee

It was just sex…until the booty calls got serious.

More Than…Book 2

When Sarah Deacon’s new relationship comes to an unexpected end, she heads straight for the one place she can always find no-strings comfort—her neighbor’s bed. Charlie, who’s made it clear sex is all he wants, is only too happy to oblige.

Hot sex with a gorgeous surfer any time she’s single and in the mood? Oh, yeah. She’s all signed up for that course.

Charlie Hudson knows he’s all wrong for the sexy geneticist. After all, what could a long-haired school dropout have in common with a classy academic? Nothing…except maybe a burning desire for her that just won’t quit no matter how often they have sex.

Sensing the breakup has damaged her self-worth, Charlie cooks up a plan to introduce her to three “appropriate” men who’ll show her she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. But when his matchmaking begins to work too well, he realizes there’s only one thing worse than not having her in his bed.

Losing the chance to make her his forever.

Warning: One blond-haired, blue-eyed surfer dude + red-hot booty calls = a book you will not be able to put down (unless you plan to go surfing…or jump your guy.)

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