How He Really Feels (He Feels Trilogy) by Lisa Suzanne Read Free Book Online Page A

panties were moist the second he knocked on my door earlier that evening. I felt a throbbing sensation begin down low, and I suddenly felt desperate for him.
    As much as I wanted him in my bed, I didn’t want to rush into something that could potentially lower his opinion of me. I wanted this to turn into something long-term, and rushing into bed wouldn’t be the smartest option. I was getting way ahead of myself, but he was here with me and kissing me, and I was thrilled beyond words that something was finally happening with us. Yet the logical side of me sparkled through the lust.
    Nick pulled back and pecked my lips once more. He sighed deeply. “We should stop,” he said huskily, lust heavy in his eyes. It was like he could read my mind and wanted exactly the same things as me, and I fell even harder for him in that moment.
    I nodded, and I pecked his lips again.
    “I want to see you again, outside of the office,” he said against my lips.
    “I would love that,” I said, kissing him again. Our kiss turned hot again, and damn if I had the self control to stop from taking it further. I moaned into him and I felt him grow even harder against me. His tongue moved more aggressively against mine, as if my moan was an invitation to move things further. His hand started moving up my side to my ribcage, and he was literally centimeters away from my breast when just then, of all times, my damn cell phone rang. I didn’t make a move to answer it. Nick broke away from me, muttering a curse, and spotted my cell on the end table next to the loveseat and reached over for it. He handed it to me. I would’ve left it ringing all night, but since he handed it to me, I felt obligated to answer it.
    “Hello,” I answered, trying not to sound too annoyed after reading the screen.
    “Jules, it’s Trav,” the familiar voice of my best friend rang out. “I need to talk to you. Now. Want to do dinner?”
    “I already ate. Maybe tomorrow?” I asked, silently praying that would be okay.
    “Well, tonight would be better, even if we don’t eat. I really need to talk to you,” Trav said.
    “It can’t wait until tomorrow?” I asked.
    “No. I need to see you tonight.”
    “Fine,” I sighed, extremely irritated. “When are you coming?”
    “Now. Bye,” he said, as we both hung up.
    “That was the guy that I was with at the Christmas party. He needs to talk to me. But it’s no big deal. You don’t have to go,” I said with a smile. I added, “And don’t worry. There’s nothing between us. He’s my best friend, nothing more.”
    “I’ll stay until he comes, then I’ll leave. I don’t want to impose on you two,” Nick said.
    “Not at all. Stay,” I said, kissing him playfully. “Maybe whatever girl crisis he’s having can be solved by both of us.”
    “You are a hard girl to say no to,” he replied, pulling me against him in a tight hug. I could have stayed there forever. “Should we clean up our mess?” he asked, pointing his chin toward my coffee table, where our paperwork was strewn all over. The buzzer sounded just as I finished putting the papers in my work bag. I thought I had a little more time, but Trav made it over in record time, so I was quite annoyed when I had to buzz him up.
    Nick stood up as I waited by the door. He came over by me and took me in his arms. “I had a great time with you tonight, Julianne. I live out in Fountain Hills, and I’ve got a thirty minute drive ahead of me, so I’m going to take off.”
    Damn , I thought. “I had a wonderful time, too.”
    He kissed me in that leisurely, sensual way of his again, his tongue dancing slowly against mine, sending tingles from deep in the pit of my stomach through my chest, just as I heard a knock on the door to interrupt us – again .
    “I’ll see you in the morning,” I said, disappointed that he was leaving.
    “I’m looking forward to it, Julianne,” he said, brushing my lips one last time with his, and then I opened the door