At Thei rCommand by Scarlett Sanderson Page A

body around his, rub her nipples against his chest and lick her way across
his dusky torso.
    “Finally.” He took her satchel and draped an arm across her
shoulders, walking her to the exit. “I could eat a whole cow, I’m that hungry.”
    Hope blinked and smiled. She really needed to get her libido
under control.
    But it’s soooo hard.
    She silenced the pesky voice in her head and looped an arm
around his waist. His appetite was almost as big as his smile. “You’re always
hungry. You’re never sated.”
    A dark, predatory look entered his eyes. They met hers,
lingered. “Maybe I haven’t found anything to sate it. Yet.”
    Hope’s mouth went dry. Was he flirting with her?
    No, definitely not. Ethan didn’t think of her that way.
Sure, they’d had some flirty banter since she’d gotten back. They’d discussed
sex but he hadn’t made a move on her.
    His intense gaze bored into her. Questioning. Asking
something she didn’t quite understand. It roamed across her face, lingered on
her breasts, down to her legs and back up. Ethan’s tongue snaked out and he
licked his lips. His eyes burned with hunger.
    She swallowed. Her breasts tingled, heat flooded her pussy.
She wanted him so badly her teeth ached.
    She broke eye contact and pushed open the entrance doors.
Thankfully the icy wind rushed over her heated cheeks.
    Giving a nervous laugh, she edged slowly toward his truck.
Dominic Sullivan, Ethan’s best friend and business partner, waved from the
passenger seat.
    “Oh, Jesus.”
    Two alpha males showing her attention sent her libido into
overdrive. Hence the overzealous sexual frustration. She fantasized about
Dominic fucking her while Ethan watched, his eyes blazing, his hand wrapped
around his cock. Stroking himself, watching his best friend fuck her senseless.
Sometimes she even dreamt of having them both, together.
    Focus, Hope.
    She refused to believe Ethan or Dominic was interested in
her. After all these years, she was still a geek girl at heart. Phantom hope
led to heartache. She refused to put their friendship on the line. She’d check
her raging hormones with her trusty vibrator.
    It’s a poor substitute for Ethan.
    Yeah, but he didn’t want her in that way. He’d never looked
at her as if he wanted to strip her naked and feast on her body.
    Until now.
     
    Ethan watched her tentatively walk across the frozen snow.
He knew every line of her curvy body, every expression that flashed in her
bright-green eyes. When not encased in a ponytail or hat, her tawny hair fell
in waves down her back, resting on the plump curve of her ass.
    Her foot slipped. He started forward but she regained her
balance quickly. Although Hope was very much a modern woman, Ethan found
himself wanting to protect her like some fragile doe.
    Hope turned and flashed him an embarrassed smile. He smiled
back.
    His Hope. She’d always been clumsy, even in high school.
    He wanted to get his hands on her curves and do nasty things
to her body. He wanted his cock inside her, fucking her until she screamed. He
wanted her pussy clenched around his dick, making her come.
    “Fuck.” He jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans
and brushed his hard cock. Groaning, he sucked in a deep breath. He’d been
sporting an erection since the moment he laid eyes on Hope three months ago.
    He’d always wanted her, even when they were kids. Despite
the fact it wouldn’t have done his reputation much good, he’d wanted her. The geeky
swot who wore glasses and preferred a book to a night on the booze.
    Back then he was tainted goods. He stopped himself from
touching her. He couldn’t stain her innocence with his darkness. He fucked his
way through dozens of women to erase her face from his fantasies. It didn’t
work. His cock got hard whenever she came near him.
    After ten years apart, it was no different. He still got
hard as granite every time she was in the vicinity.
    “Hey, Hope.” Dominic Sullivan exited the passenger side