The Weekend Girlfriend by Emily Walters Read Free Book Online

pounding, I hesitated for a moment, knowing that I probably should stop him. “I’m not looking for a quick fuck,” I whispered, steeling my courage. “You need to know that.”
     
    “I know,” he simply said, surprising me. His hands left my body as he pushed them through his hair, sending spray of water in all directions. He was as tight as a bowstring, yet he had stopped. Dipping into the water, I pushed my breasts back into my bra with trembling hands, my arousal still weighing heavily on my body. My body was in shambles, his touch shaking me to my very core and sending all sorts of questions flowing through my mind at why he was doing this, with me.
     
    Kyle ducked under the water and disappeared for a moment, presumably to gain control as I was trying to do, before surfacing, giving me a long, heated look. “Let’s go back to the boat.”
     
    I sighed loudly but didn’t object as he guided us back to the ladder, climbing on board before helping me up and out of the water, handing me a white towel in the process. The sun was warm on my exposed skin as I watched him grab a beer out of the galley and take a large swig of it, nearly draining it in one gulp, tension evident in his face. I entered the galley as well, watching as his eyes lingered on the knotted towel around my body. “Kyle.”
     
    “Don’t,” he said harshly, putting the bottle on the table and grabbing another, the cap flying off. “I need a moment, Jess.”
     
    “I’m sorry,” I said softly, watching as he finished that one as well in record pace.
     
    “Don’t be,” he finally said, putting down the bottle before looking at me. “Hell, I don’t deserve to be touching you this way. You are helping me out and I am damn near molesting you every chance I get.” He then swore and rubbed a hand over his face, something akin to longing in his expression. “You deserve someone better than me.”
     
    My heart stopped as I took in his words, the look on his face. I couldn’t believe that he was saying something like that to me when I was thinking the exact same thing about him. “It’s not your fault, Kyle,” I finally said, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’m just as much to blame in this.” I then reached up with my other hand, cradling his face between my hands. It was my favorite thing to do to him, to feel the warmth of his skin, the prickled stubble under my palms. I also felt the strength in him, his very life vibrating under my touch. “You are an awesome guy,” I said softly, looking into his eyes. “Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
     
    Kyle closed his eyes for a moment and we just stood there, the sound of the water lapping around the boat the only noise for miles. He was awesome, I wasn’t lying to him. Did I trust myself to take the next step with him? If I did, it was only a matter of time that I would lose myself as well. I was already in danger of doing that very thing.
     
    Leaning in, I gave him a brief kiss on the lips, gasping as his arms went around me and he deepened the kiss. It wasn’t a kiss of pleasure; it was pure, unadulterated passion as he ravaged my mouth in a way that I could feel it clear down to my toes. Our tongues danced and tiny shivers of passion shimmied down my body, making me acutely aware of my chest pressed up against his, his leg now wedged between mine. My body was on fire as he pulled away, his hands working furiously at the knot in the towel.
     
    “I need you,” he rasped, ripping the material away. “Please.”
     
    I could hear the desperation in his voice and felt the first seeds of emotion unfurling in my heart for him. I was going to lose my heart to him. “Okay,” I heard myself say. “Okay.”
     
    Kyle’s nostrils flared as he pulled me into the bedroom, sending me tumbling onto the bed as he loomed over me, an odd look on his face. “Why are you agreeing to this, Jess?” he asked, leaning over me until our foreheads touched.
     
    A thousand answers ran