His sister’s best friend was an incredible kisser and completely boner inducing. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was the alcohol running through her blood making her uninhibited or if she’d be this torturously sexy even sober?

His hands left her rib cage to grip her waist as she began a slow rocking motion with her hips, pushing her pelvis against his increasing hardness. No way could he handle that and be able to go back to work. Besides, she was drunk and Cassie would be there any second.

Probably the only thing powerful enough to make him pull his mouth from hers and hold her body away from him was the fact that he didn’t take advantage of women—drunk or sober.

Her eyes flew open and she looked slightly dazed.

He knew the feeling. “Care to reevaluate your opinion?” he asked hoarsely, his dick throbbing and his mind reeling from the effect of her kiss. Her unexpected response to his.

He watched her swallow hard, but immediately the look of lust was gone, replaced once more by the infuriatingly annoying stuck-up, dismissive look. “I’ve had better,” she said with a shrug, climbing off him ever so casually, as though she hadn’t just been prepared to ride him rock-hard.

He stood, readjusting himself in his pants, then covered her with the blanket as she stretched out on the couch once more. “Fair enough. For the sake of all hot guys, I tried.”

“And failed,” she said, closing her eyes as she rolled into the couch.

Unbelievable. “I guess so,” he mumbled. A temptation to kiss her cheek overwhelmed him. She was definitely a complicated woman...and unfortunately, for him, the more complicated the better. Only the sound of his sister’s footsteps on the stairs outside snapped him back to reality.

“She asleep already?” Cassie asked as she came indoors.

“Um...yeah. Out like a light. See ya later, sis,” he said, escaping the apartment quickly, hoping the cold winter wind would help to extinguish the spark that had been ignited in his core.

CHAPTER FIVE

IF SHE COULD CLEARLY remember every detail from the night before, Erika was pretty sure she’d be feeling remorse...or at the very least, embarrassment.

Lucky for her she didn’t.

She was, however, feeling like her head was being squeezed in a vise. Groaning, she opened one eye and surveyed the condo. Located above Cassie’s adventure tour company on Main Street, the loft-style condo was exactly what she’d pictured her friend living in. Light blue walls made the place feel bigger and the open-concept living room, dining room and kitchen was exactly Cassie’s style. The winding wooden maple staircase leading upstairs to Cassie’s bedroom and bathroom added a touch of sophistication to the place.

Which was of course downplayed by Cassie’s choice of artwork. Dogs Playing Poker was placed over her marble wood-burning fireplace and an altered Mona Lisa, featuring the iconic lady sticking out her tongue and crossing her eyes, took up most of the dining room wall. Her friend hadn’t changed at all over the years.