Page 49 of Recklessly Yours

I trailed my other hand up under my shirt and pinched one nipple.

As I continued to pleasure myself, I pictured him crawling up my body, his cock long and thick as it entered me. When spasms overtook me, I turned my face into my pillow to muffle my moans.

It was all too much, but also not enough as I succumbed to the orgasm that enveloped me.

DYLAN

What the hellwas wrong with me? I couldn’t really blame her for heading to bed and avoiding the guaranteed-to-be-awkward conversation we needed to have.

Huffing out a breath, I strode down the hall. As I passed her room, a noise, almost like a whimper, came from the other side, stopping me in my tracks. Shit. Maybe she was having another nightmare. I took a step back and inched over to her door to listen. The bed creaked and a faint moan hit my ears. It didn’t sound like a distressed moan, but rather one filled with pleasure.

A zap of electricity shot straight down my spine. Was she touching herself?

Jesus Christ. I groaned as I braced against the doorframe and lowered my head. I was an asshole of epic proportions because a big part of me wanted to push through the door and demand she let me pleasure her.

I stepped back on the hardwood floor, ready to turn and get the hell out of here. But as I did, the boards creaked loudly under me.

Flinching at the sound, I held my breath. Awesome. I turned and started toward my bedroom before I did something insanely stupid. But when her door swung open, I froze again.

“Were you just standing outside my door?” she asked, barely more than a silhouette in the dark doorway. “Is everything okay?”

Swallowing thickly, I spun back toward her. The moment I did, though, I wished I hadn’t. Her nipples poked through her thin tank top, and she was wearing nothing but panties with it. Now I regretted ever complaining about her sleep shorts. Because damn, my brain was currently short-circuiting.

She cleared her throat, garnering my attention. Blinking, I forced my head up and met her gaze.

“Um, yeah.” What the hell did she want me to say?I was listening to you getting yourself off, and it made me want to break the fucking door down? No fucking way. I shifted my weight and glanced away. “You know…thought I heard something.”

Her eyes widened, and a small gasp escaped her. Arms wrapped around her torso, she frowned. “And what did you think you heard?”

I arched a brow. Did she want me to spell it out? Confirm what she thought I heard. Hell no. I didn’t need to replay the images that had run through my brain. Not until I was alone, at least.

“It doesn’t matter.” I kept my gaze on her face, determined not to let myself look anywhere else. But I lost that fight five seconds later and stole a quick glance down. Were her panties still damp from her arousal?

I adjusted myself and looked away.

Jesus, why was this so hard?

“I’m a bit confused.”

My chest tightened, and I forced my attention back to her face. “Confused?”

“Yeah. You kissed me, then spent the rest of the evening acting weird. Now you look like you want to throw me onto the bed and have your way with me.” She sighed. “If we both want the same thing, why are we fighting it?”

Shit, I really was an asshole. However, it didn’t change things.

“It doesn’t matter what I want when I can’t have it.” I folded my arms across my chest.

Her brows pulled together. “Why can’t you have it?”

I bit back a groan. Did she really not understand? “Because you’re Rhett’s sister, not to mention I’m supposed to be protecting you.”

“Right.” With a sharp nod, she looked away.

“There are rules when it comes to these things.”

“I get it.” She sighed, her body deflating. “Rules shouldn’t be broken unless it’s important.”

Frustration coursed through me, and I locked my jaw to keep from sayingbullshit. Yeah, maybe she understood, but she also thought she wasn’t important enough. And worse, she thought I felt the same way. But it was more complicated than that. If I screwed up, I’d not only put my friendship with Rhett and my job on the line, but her life as well. And that was the one thing I wouldn’t gamble with.

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