Breathe Me (A 'Me' Novel) by Jeri Williams Read Free Book Online Page B

because I thought he would hurt me—no, I was scared because I wanted this so very much. This was confusing. This fear was something I was not used to, but I loved it, the way my heart picked up a beat the closer he got, my body reacting to him. All I could hear was his breathing and the beat of my heart.
    His breathing.
    My heart.
    His breathing.
    My heart.
    I tried to step back again, and found myself up against the side of a building, the coldness of it hitting my back. Dammit!
    “Harley.” He caressed my bottom lip with his thumb. His eyes fell to my mouth, and he licked his lips, and that was it for me. I got goose bumps all over as I flattened my back against the wall and looked into his eyes, now a gunmetal color. I watched as he searched my face. He shouldn’t be allowed to look at a woman like this.
    “What are you hiding?” Those words caused my slamming heart to stop. How could he know I was hiding something when not even Ember knew? I was trying to tell myself he didn’t; it was just a ploy for someone like him to get what he wanted. But deep down, I knew he knew.
    “I…I…I don’t know what…”
    He took a deep breath and closed the already small gap between our bodies. I put my hands up to stop him, and they came into contact with his rock-hard abdomen. Shit, those couldn’t be real. I wanted to move my hand farther and feel what I knew would be a six-pack, if not an eight. That was the wrong thing for me to touch if I wanted to stop him.
    “Just a taste…” His grip on my face tightened slightly as he pulled me toward his lips. The heat coming off him felt amazing. It instantly made my vaginal walls tighten and moisten, dampening my panties. I had been waiting twenty-three years for this kiss, to feel lips on mine. I moved my hands to his sides and gripped his shirt, brazenly pulling him closer. I wanted this. I didn’t care that he was a stranger, a customer whose name I didn’t even know. I was ready.
    He must have taken my actions as a go-ahead, and he slowly leaned down, bringing our mouths closer. I closed my eyes, because that’s what they did in all my books, and waited for his lips to touch mine.
    “Harley, is that you?” a voice I knew and hated right now called out.
    Seriously? Great fucking timing, Ember.
    I heard him make the sexiest annoyed-sounding noise I had ever heard as he braced his hand against the wall and leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.
    “I smell you. Fuck, you smell amazing.” His voice came out leathery.
    If I wasn’t leaning against a wall, I would have fainted epically right there. I was 135 percent sure he wasn’t talking about my deodorant, and it made my panties moisten more.
    His voice was rough and spiked with sensuality; it went straight to my stomach, making me feel like I had a thousand little worms moving around in there. He nipped my ear, and then pulled back to face my vagina-blocking best friend and her boyfriend.
    “Oh, I’m sorry, I see that you’re…Dek?” Ember asked, focusing on Dystopian Biker guy. Wait, what did she call him?
    “You know him?” I asked, looking back and forth between Ember and Matt and the man who would mostly likely star in all my sex dreams to come.
    “It’s about time you showed up, bro,” Matt said, who looked less than happy to see… his brother?
    “Wait, ‘bro’? This is your brother, the brother you have been trying to set me up with? The loser?” I asked. This couldn’t be the same guy Matt and Ember had told me about. No, not my Dystopian Biker.
    “I see you’ve been building my fan club, Matty,” he— Dek — said coolly.
    I stepped to the side to put a little distance between us and saw that he had completely changed. Gone was the hot, sexy bad boy who not five minutes ago had me wanting to open myself up to him. Now what stood before me was a brooding, still hot and sexy man who looked…dangerous.
    “Car trouble, huh? I see you just wanted time in to get your dick wet,” Matt spat. I