MIranda's Rights by KyAnn Waters Read Free Book Online

emotions stirring in her stomach. Had she lost her best friend tonight?
    She sank to the edge of the mattress and buried her face in her hands. Her breath came hard and fast. She couldn’t lose him. Their tryst flashed through her mind, the moist glide of his mouth against her back as he knelt behind her, the touch of his tongue to her pussy, the scrape of his calluses as fingertips drifted over her buttocks, and the sting of his palm on her flesh. She also thought of the look of rapture on his face as she’d taken him into her mouth. He couldn’t hide his pleasure any more than she could.
    Adrenaline spiked her pulse. She wasn’t assertive by nature. She’d rather please. That didn’t mean she didn’t have opinions or stand up for what she wanted. But this wasn’t about her good friend, Jase, the guy she teased and laughed with. This was about the man she trusted with her emotions and with her body. The man she wanted to serve. And he’d let her down.
    If she was ever going to find out why, she was going to have to demand some answers. She clasped her trembling fingers together, took a deep breath and stood. Changing into a pair of loose shorts and a tank top, she left her room.
    Deep breath in, slow exhale. Damn, her heart pounded and she couldn’t focus her erratic thoughts. All this time she’d been strong, fought her feelings for Jase and convinced him that she wasn’t interested in him sexually. She’d almost convinced herself. Then tonight, she’d left herself defenseless.
    She went to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. Aside from tousled hair and whisker burns on her neck, she was the same as this morning. Same blue eyes and blonde hair. Same mouth. She touched her bruised lips, remembering the taste of Jase’s kiss. The same, yet inside she’d changed. She’d risked her friendship with Jase. No, she hadn’t been the one barging into the room. That had been Jase. He’d come for her. Had he not, she would never have known how good they could be together. Never realize that he was the only one who could complete her. She belonged to him. Sometimes ignorance could be bliss.
    “What if I’ve lost him?” If she didn’t go talk to him, there would be no chance of a future together and there was a good chance she couldn’t salvage their friendship.
    Tears didn’t hurt, not like the pain swelling in her chest, but right now crying wouldn’t help. Neither did she want to wallow in her misery. She needed to talk to Jase. After splashing her face with cool water, she gathered her courage. Enough time hadn’t passed to squash the raw emotions driving her. Good. She had to remember how she felt when he’d shut the door, leaving her alone, shivering and in need of his comfort and love.
    Softly opening her door, she stared across the hall at his. She pulled her door closed and leaned against it not knowing what to say to him or how to say it. Standing there, between this moment and the next, she was afraid. This was Jase. Her best friend. And he was the man she wanted, so she’d better figure out a way to show him that she was the woman he needed.
    Taking a fortifying breath, she calmed her nerves, took three steps and gently knocked. The apartment was quiet on the other side of the closed door. Maybe he’d gone to bed. She’d never been a switch—dominant one day and submissive the next. She was always only submissive. But if he could sleep after what had happened between them, she was going to channel an assertive dominatrix and whip his ass. How many nights had he waited up to make sure she made it home safe? And then the night he leaves her in a club, he sleeps like a baby? She knocked louder.
    She heard movement on the other side of the door. Her breath caught and her hands shook. Skin was the only thing holding her together. Finally, the door opened.
    Heat rushed into her face, streaked down her spine and pooled in her pussy. The same black jeans he had on in the club rode low on his hips,