When sexual tension has been building this long... Under the guise of research for a magazine article, Brett Carver contacts 1Night Stand, but she’s really hoping a hot date will be the perfect quick-fix to her problem: constantly fantasizing about her best friend, Lincoln Murrow. After accidentally coming across Brett's email from Madame Eve, Lincoln cannot stand the thought of another man laying hands on the woman he's craved for years. The solution is simple: take the place of her date. He’ll show her what is familiar is not always predictable. When she walks in and sees Lincoln waiting for her, she’s shocked, mad as hell, then torn between potent desire and keeping their relationship platonic. Unable to resist her fantasy-come-true, she gives in, knowing it’s a point of no return. They were always meant to be together, and Linc knows it’ll take more than amazing sex to convince Brett. Lucky for her, he’s more than up to the challenge. Because sometimes the biggest risk is not taking one at all.
“I want you, Brett. If you need a man to make love to you like no other, then let it be someone who’s wanted to for so long. A man who knows you. Let it be me.”
What? Lincoln wants me? Not once had he given a sign before this. She should be elated, relieved even, but her mind continued to reel…and her practical side warned what would happen if either of them gave in to their mutual desires.
She shook her head to break the spell his words cast. “But—we can’t. You’re my best friend. After the night when we kissed and hurt two people we cared about, we promised we would never cross the line. Our friendship means too much to us.”
“I remember our promise.” He fingered a tendril of her hair. “But that was years ago, in college. Our vow did nothing to save those relationships. Now it’s different. We’re both available, and no one will get hurt.”
His rationality didn’t help. Her flawless plan had crumbled. Brett had imagined walking in, meeting her date, sipping on a drink, flirting, and twisting the sheets with some handsome Lincoln look-alike. Not only would that have preserved her most valuable friendship, it would’ve also remedied her vexing attraction to him. Win-win.
Instead, she stood in front of the man himself, who’d taken the place of her date because he wanted her. Even if she walked away right then, things would never be the same between them.
“Lincoln. I don’t know what to say, but I don’t think we should do this.”
“Why? Because you don’t want me?” He waited until she met his eyes. “Or because you’re afraid to?”
The latter. Afraid. Oh yes, she’d forced away her lusty thoughts many a time out of pure fear. But now that she had an opportunity to voice it? The words stuck in her throat. Once spoken, she could never take them back.
“Sex ruins everything.” She brushed past him for relief from his hypnotizing eyes. “No matter how hard we’d want things to go back to the way they were, it’d be impossible. The point of no return.”
“I know.” He eased her around. “But we’re already there. If this was just about sex, I would’ve never done this. I’d be blind, deaf, and stupid not to want to take you to bed, but that’s not the only reason I’m here.”
She gulped. “It isn’t?”