Heat of the Storm by Elle Kennedy Page A

you home,” he ground out, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. “Right now.” She looked up at him with glazed, sated eyes.
    “What?”
    “I’m serious, baby. I need to be inside you.” He took his hand out of her panties and quickly tugged her bra and shirt back into place.
    “But…” She shook her head, as if trying to snap out of a hypnotic trance. “What about Hol y?” It took him a second to realize what the hel she was talking about. His supposed new girlfriend. “You don’t need to worry about Hol y. Just get in the car and drive home. I’l fol ow you there after I talk to her.”
    “Wil —”
    He cut her off with a harsh kiss, his tongue fil ing her mouth. Just as she began to respond, he pul ed back.
    “Go home, baby. And you better be naked when I get there.”
    Mac was ful y clothed when Wil walked through the front door of her farmhouse nearly half an hour later.
    During the drive home, and the subsequent wait for Wil to settle things with the woman he was currently dating, Mac had had plenty of time to think and ask herself a few important questions. The main one being, what the hell was she doing ?
    It was bad enough that she’d let Wil bring her to orgasm in public, but agreeing to spend the night with him again? It was crazy. And foolish. Without the haze of sexual attraction fogging up her brain, she had a clear line of vision to the reason she’d always kept Wil safely in the friend zone. Their friendship. Sex was temporary, but what she and Wil had, wel , that wasn’t something she was wil ing to give up.
    And considering what she’d seen, she couldn’t al ow sex to complicate her fragile relationship with Wil . If he died in that crash—she refused to use the word when —then she didn’t want their remaining time together to be messy and complicated. She didn’t want to fight with him, or have sex ruin their friendship.
    She wanted the familiar. Stable, comfortable Wil , her best friend.
    But…what if he did die? Shouldn’t she al ow herself one more night with him? She’d already decided to tel him about the vision, a goal she’d seemed to lose track of between watching Wil kiss another woman and then letting the attraction distract her in the al ey.
    She’d planned on doing it now, before that attraction reared its irritating head again, but suddenly she was reconsidering.
    One more night in his arms, in his bed. Didn’t she deserve at least that before she informed him of his impending death ?
    Her heart pounded as she watched him kick off his shoes and shut the door. The stark desire on his face took her breath away. No man had ever looked at her like that before, as if she were a juicy feast he couldn’t wait to devour, as if she were his entire world.
    “You didn’t listen,” he said huskily, moving toward her with catlike grace.
    “What?” she stammered.
    He reached her, his strong arms encircling her waist. He bent his head and licked her neck with his warm tongue. “You’re stil dressed.” It took every ounce of strength she possessed to shrug out of his seductive arms. “What happened with Hol y?” She kept her voice firm, calm, determined not to let him steal her common sense the way he’d done less than an hour ago.
    Wil seemed irritated by the question. “I told her I was coming home with you.”
    Mac gaped at him. “And what, you left her alone at Harriet’s B&B, in a strange town where she doesn’t know a soul? God, Wil , you real y are an ass!” The cal ousness of his actions was just what she needed to get her brain in check. It was far easier to be angry with Wil than to lust over him like an animal in heat.
    “No, I didn’t leave her alone.” A sigh rol ed out of his chest. “Her boyfriend is on his way to pick her up.” Deafening silence fil ed the room.
    Mac stared at him in shock, the implication of his words whipping around in her head until an uncharacteristic growl ripped out of her mouth. “Her boyfriend?” she exclaimed