Tempting Read Online Crystal Kaswell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 107498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
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Light surrounds him like a halo. It casts highlights over his dark hair and his strong shoulders.

God, his shoulders are bare.

He's wearing a muscle tank and shorts. It would look douchey on anyone else. On Brendon, it screams trace all the lines of the ink running down my shoulders. Don't you want these arms around you? Don't you want every bit of everything I have to give?

I can't have that.

I can't have a single bit of it.

It would kill Emma.

Even if it wouldn't, Brendon doesn't want someone broken. He ends all his "relationships" when things get complicated.

He nods to the boxes sitting in the living room. "I'll start loading."

I motion to the carafe on the counter. "Coffee first?"

"Coffee after."

"As long as I can have tea first."

"I'd never deprive you."

He's talking about tea, but my body doesn't catch the nuance.

My skin tingles. My stomach flutters. Heat spreads down my torso, collecting at the apex of my thighs.

I allow myself a moment to gawk as he picks up the first box and carries it to his car. Okay, then the second.

He shoots me an are you going to watch or help look.

I make my way to my bedroom and finish my last bits of packing. It's just clothes now. I have a lot of them. Nothing compared to Emma, but when my entire bed is covered with a quarter of my wardrobe...

Maybe I have a problem.

I pack my last set of dresses. Then all the toiletries I left out for this morning. I do one last wipe down of the bathroom, so everything is pretty and pristine.

Now, it's just my...

Oh God.

Brendon is in my doorframe, his eyes on my bed. Not just on the Little Mermaid comforter, but on the collection of underwear on top of it.

It wouldn't be so bad if I owned anything remotely sexy. But that's all cotton and comfort bras.

Not what I want him imagining when he...

No.

It doesn't matter.

Brendon doesn't look at me that way.

I think.

He's not saying anything.

I'm not saying anything.

We're just standing in this room with my underwear on display, saying nothing.

His gaze moves to the walls. "I'm sorry I missed seeing it in its glory."

"Huh?"

He nods to the bare walls.

"Oh." He's never been in my room. With the way my heart is pounding and my body is buzzing, it makes perfect sense. He's here. My bed is there. It would be so easy to combine those two things. "I'm going to attempt to recreate the majesty at your place."

"Our place."

"Our place." It feels funny on my tongue, but I will get used to it. The house in Venice Beach isn't Brendon and Emma's place. It's our place. My place.

I live with Brendon.

I live with the guy who refuses to leave my head.

I can handle that. Totally.

He nods to the bedside drawer. "I can make myself scarce if you need to pack anything personal."

"Why would I..." Oh. My blush spreads to my chest. I stammer. "No. I don't. I don't have one of those."

He arches a brow. Teasing. Maybe.

"No. But. Um." I'm going to die of embarrassment. "I don't use those."

"You're missing out."

"What?" I manage to look at him for an entire second. Two even. His expression is light, but there's curiosity in his eyes. He really wants to know. "Why do you care?"

He shrugs. "You should get one."

"Oh." This is... My head is spinning.

I can't place his tone.

Is it you should get one so I can use it on you?

Or is it masturbation is healthy and awesome, you should get a vibrator awkward but necessary mentor/Dad/older brother talk?

I...

Uh...

My body goes straight to the former.

I can't think.

The only thing in my head is the glorious mental image of him peeling off my panties and pressing a vibe to my clit.

Fuck.

We're going to live together. We're going to be roommates. Or even... it's more like he's my legal guardian.

He doesn't see me that way.

We're friends.

We're only ever going to be friends.

I need to act like this is normal. Like we're two adults talking about sex toys like adults do. "I thought guys were bothered by—" I can say the word. "Vibrators."

"In your vast experience?"

"Yeah." Okay, so I've never exactly had a guy over here. I've never had a guy's hands below my waist. Or mine below his. But I listen in class, at work, at the shop. I've heard guys talk about sex toys like they were only for desperate women.

"It's a tool. That's it."

"And that doesn't threaten you?"

"No."

"You're that... confident?"

He gives me a long once over. His eyes settle on mine. "We're not having his conversation."

"You brought it up."

"Even so."

There's something in his eyes.

An awkwardness I don't recognize.

Because he sees me as a sister?

Or because he's desperate to use a vibrator on me?

It takes the entire morning to unpack my stuff. The room—my room—has a desk but it's lacking most of the other furniture I need.


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