Crazy for Your Love Read online Lexi Ryan (Boys of Jackson Harbor #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boys of Jackson Harbor Series by Lexi Ryan
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
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His grin widens. “I’m gonna call bullshit on that.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re thinking about it as much as I am. I can see it in your eyes and your pink cheeks . . .” His gaze trails over my face, and his voice softens. “And the way you’re looking at me.”

“Fine. I’m thinking about it, but that doesn’t mean I want it.”

Another smirk. “Sure. If you say so.”

I growl. “Okay, so I want to do it again.” And more. As soon as possible, please. “But that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.” I fold my arms and shoot him my best scowl. “It would be really helpful if you’d stop looking all hot and self-assured. I’m trying really hard not to let my hoo-ha call the shots right now.”

He coughs and raises a hand, one brow arched. “Can I be team hoo-ha?”

I can’t believe I just used Ellie’s favorite word for her female anatomy. My friends are a terrible influence. Or maybe I can’t think straight in Carter’s presence now that I know what it’s like to have him—

I rub my temples, trying to stop that line of thinking. “Carter, I’m serious.”

He leans back in his chair. “So am I.”

Panic starts to claw at me, like growing points of pressure on my ribcage. What if I screwed up everything last night? What if this becomes a thing between us, and we can never go back to how we were?

My thoughts must be written all over my face, because his grin falls away. He exhales heavily and ducks his head. “Can I be completely honest with you?”

“I hope you will.”

“The whole drive from the hospital, I told myself I wanted to check on you.” He wraps his hands around his coffee and looks up at me through thick, dark lashes most women would pay a premium for. “But the second I walked in the door, I knew that wasn’t what brought me here. I want to finish what we started.”

I bite my lip and whimper. “You’re killing me.”

“And when you look at me like that, all I want to do is seduce you into ignoring your better judgment.”

That! my traitorous body cries. Yes, let’s do that!

“But I get it,” he continues. “We’re friends, and as tempting as I find you—as tempting as I’ve always found you—if adding sex to our friendship is out of the question for you, this conversation is over. I want you, but I’m not enough of an idiot to ruin this just to take you to bed.”

My brain stumbles on as tempting as I’ve always found you before landing on adding sex to our friendship. Is that an option? Does that ever work? Crap on a cracker. I’ve known Carter for four years, and I’ve never had to exert so much self-control for something as simple as not straddling his lap.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” His voice is low, a husky rumble that bypasses my brain and speaks directly to the parts of my anatomy I’d rather exclude from this conversation.

I’m thinking I want you too. I’m thinking we could be naked and in my bed in less than sixty seconds. “I’m thinking you should leave,” I blurt, pushing the words past the other really bad ideas on the tip of my tongue.

He blinks at me, then nods as he pushes out of his chair. “Sure. I understand.”

Jumping up, I catch his arm. I can feel the heat of his skin through the cotton of his shirt sleeve. “I’ve never done this.”

His eyes go wide. “Wow. I thought . . . Seriously?”

“Not sex, you idiot. The whole friends-with-benefits thing. I’m not sure I’m made that way.”

He’s quiet for a long beat. “If you need more than that from me, Tea, I—”

I press my fingers to his lips and shake my head before he can say anything else. I’m not hoping for more. More is out of the question for me with someone like Carter. But even so, I don’t want to hear that he doesn’t want anything either. I know it’ll feel like rejection—even if that makes me a hypocrite. “I don’t want more, but I don’t know if . . .”

I drop my hand from his mouth and lift onto my toes to press my lips to his. I want to know if it’ll feel like it did last night, and the second our mouths touch, I have my answer. Electric need zips through me. I loop my arms behind his neck, planning to take the kiss deeper.

He doesn’t let me. With a hand on either of my wrists, he pulls my arms away and steps back, his eyes dark. “I’ll go. You think. If we do this, it needs to be a decision, not an accident.”

I nod and watch him leave, but I stand there for a solid five minutes, considering running after him.


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