Falling for the Groomsman by Diane Alberts Read Free Book Online Page A

Swallowing hard, she shook her head slightly. “No.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, his voice low and deadly sounding. “No, you didn’t pick one? Or no, you don’t want a kiss or a song?”
    “Both,” she said, her throat parched.
    “Why not?” He curled her hair around his finger, urging her closer. She didn’t move, even though the pressure hurt a tiny bit. He could tug on her all he wanted. She wasn’t getting any closer. Not until she knew she could handle the close proximity, thank you very much. Which would be…never. “Do you have a man waiting back home?”
    Not for over a year, much to her friends’ dismay. They were always pushing her to take more chances romantically. To be more like she was in her job in her personal life…but it just didn’t work that way. It wasn’t as if she could just push a button and fix herself with a flick of her thumb. Hence the sex list. “Why do you care?”
    “Because I don’t like the idea of you having another guy in your life. Not after what happened between us last night. Also, if you have a man, I couldn’t do all the things to you I plan to do tonight, either.” He tugged harder on her hair, and she bit down on her lip, still refusing to budge. “Why are you fighting me so damn much?”
    She gave him what she hoped was a challenging look. “Why are you pulling me closer?”
    “Because I don’t want to fight this anymore.” His mouth curved upward into a small smile. She couldn’t help but watch, fascinated by how damn kissable his lips were. “I want to be friends, and more importantly? I want you in every possible way. I’m not talking about one time. I have a feeling once wouldn’t be enough for us.”
    Heat rushed through her, centering on the wetness between her legs. Really? Was that all it took for her to get turned on by him? Him telling her he wanted her? Pathetic.
    Well, too bad he couldn’t have her. How cocky of him to think he could, after a single kiss in a hotel foyer. She wasn’t that easy to get. She needed to remember this moment the next time he turned those bright-green eyes her way, instead of turning into a puddle of need. Leaning close, she bit down on her lip, watching as he stared at her mouth. “You want me more than once ? Really?”
    “Yes.” He shifted closer, his grip on her hair getting tighter. He thought he had her ensnared. She could see in his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I even dreamed about you last night. About how fucking amazing you tasted. How alive you were in my arms. Hell, I even dreamed about the way you cried out my name in Mexico when you came all those years ago. About how tight you felt around me… That’s something I could never get out of my head, no matter how hard I’ve tried.”
    She swallowed down the moan that tried to escape and chugged the last of her martini just in time for the bartender to bring the new one Tyler had ordered for her. She slipped her hand into his pocket, took her phone back, and then hopped off the stool. “Well, keep dreaming, because that’s the only time you’ll get to touch me, or hear me cry out in pleasure , again. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to work on my list.”
    New martini in hand, she walked off with her head held high. If her entire body was screaming for her to turn around and straddle him, right here in the freaking bar, well, it could piss off.
    She wasn’t giving in.

Chapter Six
    Damn it all to hell, that woman was stubborn. He could fucking see the desire in her eyes and yet she pushed him away again. Refused to give in to the white-hot passion burning between them.
    Tyler downed his drink and handed the empty glass back to the bartender. “I’ll have another, please.”
    For a second there, he’d thought he had her. But she’d rallied and held him off, her adorable nose pointed up in the air the whole time. When he’d thought that she had a man back home, an inexplicable rage had filled him.