Free SocialPreyAllRomance by Trista Ann Michaels

stared up into his eyes and Scott swallowed at the lust shining in her gaze. Was
     that lust for him? Or in her drunken state, would any man do?
    “Come on, baby. Let’s get you into bed.”
    Kiley nodded and allowed him to put his arm around her shoulders, supporting her as
     she stumbled along her sidewalk. He turned and waved to Sharon as she backed out of
     the
    driveway. Through the front windshield, Scott didn’t miss the firm stare she sent
     his way as if to say, “don’t you dare take advantage of my friend.”

    Scott smiled slightly. As much as he would love to have sex with Kiley, he would turn
     her down if she came onto him now. He wouldn’t want what he believed would be an amazing
     encounter ruined by the fact she was drunk.
    At the door, Kiley fumbled with her keys. Scott took them from her hands and pushed
     the key into the keyhole.
    “I could’ve done it,” she mumbled adorably.
    “I know,” Scott replied. “But I’m kinda in a hurry.”
    He pushed the door open and helped her over the threshold.
    “Why? Do you have a date?” she grumbled.
    He looked down at her, startled at her sudden animosity. Was she jealous? “Would that
     bother you, Kiley? If I had a date?”
    Her lower lip stuck out in a pout, and Scott resisted the urge to swipe his thumb
     across it.
    “No,” she said.
    She turned too quickly and almost fell over. With a squeal, she grabbed the back of
     the chair to keep from falling. Scott reached out to help her, but she slapped his
     hand away.
    “Go on your date,” she snapped, sounding hurt and sad.
    Scott’s heart ached to tell her she was the only date he wanted. He watched with regret
     as she made her way down the hall toward her bedroom.
    “I don’t have a date, Kiley,” he whispered. “I just want to get out of here before
     I do something stupid.”
    She stopped and turned to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean…something stupid?”
    She leaned heavily against the wall. Scott walked toward her and grabbed her arm.
     Turning her around, he helped her get to her bedroom.
    “The something stupid would be kissing you,” he admitted.
    Why not tell her? She was so drunk she wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway.
     Maybe it would make him feel better to get it off his chest.
    Once in the bedroom, she spun around to look at him. Moving too fast, she again lost
     her balance and fell backward toward the bed with a squeal. Scott snaked his arm out
     and caught her around the waist. He pulled her toward him much harder than he’d meant,
     making her land against his chest with an ‘oomph’.

    Laughing, she reached out to grasp his shirt. She was so beautiful when she laughed.
     Her eyes sparkled, the dimples in her cheeks deepened, her face flushed.
    She looked up at him and tilted her head, her brow creasing into a small frown. “What
     did you say?” she asked.
    Scott smiled slightly and smoothed the frown lines from her forehead with the tip
     of his finger.
    “I said I wanted to kiss you.”
    “Really?” she breathed, just barely above a whisper. “Why?”
    His smile widened. “Does the why matter?”
    She slapped at his chest and tried to push out of his arms. “You shouldn’t tease me.
     You’re just drunk and want to have sex.”
    Splaying his fingers at the base of her spine, he pulled her flush against him. The
     beat of her heart thumped against his chest, the heat of her body seeped into his
     and her scent roused the lust that always seemed to be simmering just below the surface
     whenever he was around her.
    Her hands flattened against his chest as she looked up at him with wide, sparkling
     eyes. He cupped her face, letting his thumb brush across her cheek. Her skin was so
     soft, her body so perfectly molded to his.
    This is a mistake. Once you taste her, you won’t be able to stop.
    He lowered his head, bringing his mouth close to hers. Her lips parted in anticipation
     of his kiss, but he held back, watching the