Free Shockingly Seductive (Addicted To You, Book Seven) by Lucy Covington Page B

and how do I know this isn’t just sex?”
    He let out a huge sigh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
    Now I was really mad. I reached for my tank top, which was tangled up in the covers in the bottom of the bed. I grabbed it and went to put it back on, but Justin stopped me.
    “No, wait,” he said, sitting up. He rubbed his face and sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m being an asshole.”
    “Yeah, ya think?”
    “It’s just that you said you were okay with the whole Brooklyn thing.”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “Yes, you did.”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “Yes, you did. When I was kissing you just now, you said it was fine, that you wanted to keep going.”
    “All I meant was that I wanted to keep going with what we were doing.”
    “And I figured that meant you weren’t still upset about me and Brooklyn.”
    “Well you figured wrong.”
    He sighed in frustration and then flopped back down on the bed.
    I reached for my shirt again, and again he stopped me. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling me back down close to him. “It’s just that I want you so bad.”
    I turned and looked at him, and he kissed me softly on the lips. “I want you, too,”
    I whispered.
    We kept kissing, and his kiss got more urgent, and then his hands started moving over my bare skin and it felt so good that I almost couldn’t stop. But I pushed him away.
    “I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. “I just…I need to know that this means something to you.”
    “Lindsay,” he says. “Of course it means something to me.”
    “How do I know you didn’t say that to Brooklyn?”
    “I told you, that was different.”
    I believed him about that part. That it was different with Brooklyn. At least, I thought it was. But still. Something about losing my virginity to a guy who had just slept with another girl didn’t feel right. Not to mention I still didn’t know what was going on with us, like, officially. Were we together? I wanted to ask him, but I was afraid of what he might say.
    “Hey,” he said softly, pulling me close. “It’s okay. We can just sleep.”
    “Okay.” I shifted on the bed, but now, suddenly, things felt awkward. Not physically. Oh, no, my body was still aching for his. But emotionally, it felt like there was a distance between us now.
    He pulled me close, but I couldn’t get comfortable. My jeans were scratchy against my skin, so I reached down and pulled them off.
    “Jesus, Lindsay, are you trying to kill me?” Justin groaned. He spooned me so that my back was against his chest, then slowly ran his fingertips down over my arms.
    “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
    “It’s okay,” he said.
    He shifted slightly, and we lay there for a while, not saying anything. I wanted him to kiss me, to tell me that we’d have other nights like this, that it was going to be okay, not just tonight, but in the future. That he wanted to be with me.
    But he didn’t say any of those things.
    And finally, after what seemed like forever, I fell asleep.

JUSTIN
    I can’t stand this.
    I wake up and she’s in my arms again, and she feels so right and so good. My body is screaming. I want her. I want to be closer than this, and she promised me we would be…only to take it all back again.
    It was painful enough to try and resist my feelings for Lindsay, to try and keep her at a distance for as long as I did. But then to finally break down and give in, to let myself feel those things for her—only to get shot down at the end of the night because she got cold feet.
    This was not something I could handle right now. Not when she was so close to me in my bed, wearing nothing but panties. No bra, no t-shirt, her skin on my skin. I could feel every part of her, the smoothness of her, with my arms wrapped around her, my face resting against the back of her neck.
    I wanted to kiss her. If things had gone differently last night, I would have been kissing her. But in the end, we hadn’t done what I desperately wanted to do