Page 23 of His Temptation

“Why?”

“Because you’re just a kid.”

He smiled. “You didn’t seem to mind earlier when I was just SportsGuy.”

“Drop it,” I said, striding across the room to grab my wallet and keys from the dresser. I needed to leave before I did something I’d regret.

A hand came around my bicep and spun me around. “What if I don’t want to drop it?”

“Cason. Enough.” I looked into his hungry eyes, seeing myself mirrored in them. “We’re not doing this.”

Please stop.My self-control was slipping. I wanted him too much.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” He backed me up against the dresser.

“Ask you what?” I swallowed the tightness in my throat.

“If you’remytype?” Cason slid his hand to my waist, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt. “Because you are, Emery. When I saw that profile, I thought of you which is why I slid into your DM. I’ve wanted your hands on me for so long.”

Was he trying to seduce me? Because goddammit it was working.

The sizzling connection between us had my head spinning. Fire blazed in my veins as our gazes locked. Cason pressed himself closer, running his hands up under my shirt. His lips parted and his quickening breaths feathered across my mouth.

“W-we…” I stared at his lips. “We shouldn’t.”

His fingers trailed up my stomach. “Then tell me to leave.”

I grabbed his face and kissed him instead.

A surprised grunt left him, turning into a moan as his mouth pressed firmer to mine. My fingers slid through his light brown hair, and his dug into my sides. His taste was better than I imagined. The feel of him was too.

I backed him up toward the bed, our lips still locked. I couldn’t get enough of Cason. Of his taste, of the sounds rumbling in his chest. Once on the bed, I pressed him into the mattress with my weight. His hands moved to my ass and squeezed, and I broke from his mouth to kiss down his neck.

And then sense slammed into me.

Cason was only eighteen. Even worse, he was Ryan’s best friend. Making out with him, grinding against his hard body, was inappropriate.

“What’s wrong?” Cason asked with a pant as I shot off him.

“I have to go,” I said in a rush, snatching my keys off the dresser and slipping my wallet into my back pocket.

“Now?” Cason got off the bed and followed me to the door. I grabbed the handle, and he slammed his hand against the door. “Talk to me.”

I spun on my heels and looked at him. “This can’t happen.Wecan’t.”

“Because of Ryan?”

“He’s part of it, yes.” My voice shook as I worked on calming the intense lust coursing through me. I fought the urge to claim his lips again. “He already resents me, Cason. How do you think he’ll react when he learns I’m fucking his best friend?”

His tongue briefly swept across his bottom lip, making it even harder not to push him against the wall and bite that lip. “He doesn’t have to know.”

“You’re okay with keeping secrets from him?”

Pain flashed in his eyes. “Not really. I tell him everything.”

“I don’t want to put you in a position where you have to lie to him,” I said, angry at myself for even letting it get that far. “Let’s forget this night ever happened.”

“What if I don’t want to forget?” Cason’s hand remained on the door, and he stepped closer, pushing me against it. “What if…” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “What if Ireallylike kissing you and wanna do it again?”