Reason # 1 - He makes a great first impression.
The first time I saw Alex Kennedy, it was with the thud-thud of my fast-beating heart still pounding in my ears and throat. He stood in the kitchen doorway, one hand on the doorjamb at a point high enough to stretch his lean body. He leaned slightly forward, one foot balancing his entire weight while the other leg bent as if I'd caught him in the act of taking a step. I saw faded jeans, low-slung but with a black leather belt holding them snug on his hips. A white T-shirt. Very James Dean, though instead of a red cloth jacket he had a black leather coat tucked into the hook made by his hand shoved into his front pocket. He wore sunglasses, and the big dark lenses covered most of his face.
It was a picture perfect moment, like something out of a movie, and for a moment we merely stoof and stared at each other like we were waiting for an unseen director to shout "Action!"Reason # 2 - He's charming and irresistible
"Does anyone ever say no to you?" I was already putting down my glass.Reason # 3 - He's a great kisser
He looked over his shoulder at me. "No."
Alex moved down my body with his mouth, his hands tugging the pajamas down my hips and thighs. He bared me to him, and parted my legs. He knelt in front of me and put his face between my thighs. I covered my mouth to mute the cry when he kissed me there.Reason # 4 - Because I'm dying to dance with him
We moved in perfect time, one step leading to another and the next without hesitation or bumbling. The music played on as we swayed. We danced in silence. Not because there was nothing to say, but because we didn't have to speak aloud to understand each other. We didn't have to talk to explain ourselves. Right then, there was nothing wrong. We had nothing to fix.
I had everything a woman could want My husband, James. The house on the lake.
My life. Our perfect life.
And then Alex came to visit.
The first time I saw my husband's best friend, I didn't like him. Didn't like how James changed when he was around, didn't like how his penetrating eyes followed me everywhere.
But that didn't stop me from wanting him. And, surprisingly, James didn't seem to mind.
It was meant to be fun. Something the three of us shared for those hot summer weeks Alex stayed with us. Nobody was supposed to fall in or out of love. I didn't need another man, not even one who oozed sex like honey and knew all the secrets I didn't know, the secrets my husband hadn't shared. After all, we had a perfect life.
And I loved my husband.
But I wasn't the only one.
Everything Changes is TEMPTED from Alex's POV
In Tempted, Anne gave in to her passion for both her husband, James, and his friend, Alex. Now it’s time for Alex’s side of the story…
When Jamie tells Alex he wants him to sleep with his wife, Alex thinks it will only lead to trouble. Sure, Alex thinks Anne is hot and they’ve talked about sharing a woman before, but that was a long time ago. Before Jamie knew what Alex really wanted.
Still, Alex can’t resist the pleasure of being with Anne– and with Jamie….
This was not the sort of picture I normally took. Yet here we were, him before me with his hand ready to unsnap his jeans, and my camera ready. I licked my mouth. I raised the viewfinder to my eye and made it all not real.
"Yes," I told him in a hoarse, low voice I wished didn't shake. "Do it."
Two silhouettes appeared in the doorway. Men. The smaller one shoved the bigger one against the wall. Oh. I got it. I was ready to clear my throat and announce my presence when the taller man turned his face toward the light.
How could I have ever thought him commonly, regularly handsome? Alex Kennedy's profile made me want to weep, if only because there are too few people in this life who are so beautiful while also being so real. In full light everything on his face lined up just right. Here, now, with shadow splitting him in half, I could see his nose was too sharp, his lower jaw a little too undercut for perfection. His hair fell over his forehead, and he grimaced as the man in front of him dropped to his knees and unzipped Alex's trousers.
"Dammit," I whispered. "It's midnight."
"Happy New Year," Alex said.
Then he tossed aside the cigarette, pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
No strings. No regrets. And no going back.
I didn't think he wanted me. And I wasn't about to get involved with him, not after what I'd heard. Sure, Alex Kennedy was tall, dark and unbearably hot, but I've been burned before. When I solicited him to model for my erotic photography book, I didn't expect such a heated, passionate photo session. And now that we've crossed that line, our bodies aren't the only things that have been exposed.
But I can't give my heart to a man who's so… unconventional. His last sexual relationship was with a married couple. It's enough that my ex-fiancé preferred men, I can't take that chance again no matter how much my body thrives on Alex's touch. I can't risk it, but I can't resist it, either.
Alex can be very convincing when he wants something.
And he wants me.