The Edge of Never, Wait For You, Rule: Scorching Summer Reads 3 Books in 1. J. Lynn

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      “I guess I was using you as my shrink again.”

      My eyes draw inward. “What do you mean?”

      She looks away; her pretty blonde braid falls away from her shoulder and onto the blanket. “Because I’m starting to think maybe I wasn’t … No, I shouldn’t say something like that.” She’s not the happy, smiling Camryn anymore that I ran out here with.

      I raise my back from the blanket and prop myself up on my elbows. I look over at her curiously. “You should say whatever you feel whenever you need to. Maybe saying it is exactly what you need.”

      She doesn’t look at me.

      “But I feel guilty even thinking it.”

      “Well, guilt is a bitch, but don’t you think if you’re thinking it in the first place that it just might be true?”

      Her head falls to the side.

      “Just say it. If after you say it and it doesn’t feel right, then deal with that, but if you hold that shit in, the uncertainty will be a bigger bitch than the guilt will be.”

      She stares up at the stars again. I do, too, just to give her some time to think about it.

      “Maybe I wasn’t ever in love with Ian,” she says. “I did love him, a lot, but if I was in love with him … I think maybe I’d still be.”

      “That’s a good observation,” I say and smile slimly, hoping she might again, too. I really hate to see her frown.

      Her face is blank, contemplative.

      “Well, what makes you believe that you were never in love with him?”

      She looks right at me, searching my face and then says, “Because when I’m with you, I don’t think about him much anymore.”

      I immediately lie back down and fix my gaze on the black sky. I could probably count all of those stars if I tried, just as a distraction, but there’s a much bigger distraction lying next to me than all the stars in the universe could be.

      I have to stop this, and soon.

      “Well, I’m very good company,” I say with a grin lacing my voice. “And I had your little ass crawling across that bed the other night, so yeah I can see how you might be more inclined to think of my head between your legs than anything else.” I’m just trying to shift her mood back to playful, even if it means she’ll smack me for it and accuse me of breaking my like-it-never-happened promise.

      And she does smack me, right after lifting up and propping herself on her elbows like I had.

      She laughs. “Asshole!”

      I laugh louder; I’d throw my head back if it wasn’t pressed against the ground.

      Then she moves closer to my side, propped up on one elbow as she looks down at me. I can feel the softness of her hair brushing against my arm.

      “Why wouldn’t you kiss me?” she asks and it surprises me. “When you went down on me last night, you never kissed me. Why?”

      “I did kiss you.”

      “You didn’t kiss-kiss me,” she says and she’s so close to my lips that I want to kiss her now, but I don’t. “I don’t know how to feel about that—I don’t like how I feel about it, but I’m not sure how I should feel.”

      “Well, you shouldn’t feel bad, that much I do know,” I say, being as vague as I can.

      “But why?” she probes and her expression is beginning to harden.

      I give in and say, “Because kissing is very intimate.”

      She cocks her head. “So, you won’t kiss me for the same reason you won’t fuck me?”

      I’m instantly hard. I hope like hell she doesn’t notice.

      “Yes,” I say and before I have a chance to say anything else, she’s crawling on top of my lap. Shit, if she didn’t know I was as hard as a rock then, she definitely knows now. Her bare knees are pressed against the blanket on each side of me and she leans over, her arms holding up her weight and I fucking die when she brushes her lips across mine.

      She looks right into my eyes and says, “I won’t try to make you sleep with me, but I want you to kiss me. Just a kiss.”

      “Why?” I ask.

      She really needs to move off my lap. Oh shit … it’s not helping that my dick is pressed between her ass cheeks right about now. If she moves just an inch backward—

      “Because I want to know what it feels like,” she whispers onto my mouth.

      My hands move up her legs and then her waist where I grip my fingers around her form. She smells so damn good. She feels amazing and all she’s doing is sitting on me. I can’t even begin to understand what she would feel like inside; the thought makes me crazy.

      Then I feel her pressing herself against me through our clothes, her little hips moving gently, just once to persuade me, and then she stops and holds herself there. I’m throbbing painfully. Her eyes search my face and my lips and all I want to do is rip off her clothes and bury my cock inside her.

      She leans in and places her lips over mine, slipping her warm tongue into my reluctant mouth. My tongue moves against hers slowly, tasting it first, feeling the warm wetness of it as it begins to tangle with mine. We breathe deeply into each other’s mouths and, unable to resist her or deny her this one kiss, I grab each side of her face and press her forcefully against me, locking my lips around hers with ravenous intent. She moans into my mouth and I kiss her harder, wrapping one arm around her back and pulling the rest of her body closer.

      And then the kiss breaks. Our lips linger on one another for a long moment until she lifts away and looks down at me with an enigmatic expression I’ve never seen before, one that does something to my heart that I’ve never felt before.

      And then her face falls and the expression withers into the darkness, replaced by something confused and wounded, but she tries to hide it by smiling down at me.

      “With a kiss like that,” she says, grinning playfully as if to mask something deeper, “you’d probably never have to sleep with me.”

      I can’t help but laugh; it is kind of ridiculous, but I’ll let her believe what she wants.

      She crawls off my lap and lies beside me again, resting the back of her head in the cradle of her hands.

      “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

      I look up at the stars with her, but I don’t see them really; she’s all I can think about and about that kiss.

      “Yeah, they are beautiful.”

      And so are you …

      “Andrew?”

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