He was supposed to be off-limits. That was the rule. The one thing I promised her I'd never do.

I broke it the first night he showed up at my door, soaked from the rain, saying her name like it still owned him.

Everyone warned me about Wes. Told me he was trouble wrapped in a smile that could talk his way past every boundary I'd ever built. They were right. I just didn't care.

What started as one weak moment turned into something I couldn't stop chasing — his hands on my skin, his mouth against my ear, the two of us tangled in sheets that smelled like guilt and gasoline. Every time I told myself it was the last time, he found a new way to prove me wrong.

She doesn't know. She can't know. But secrets like this have a way of clawing their way to the surface, and Wes isn't the kind of man who lets go quietly once he's decided what — and who — he wants.

I told myself I was in control. I told myself this was just sex.

I was lying to myself on both counts.

Now I'm caught between loyalty and want, between the woman I used to call my best friend and the man I can't stop needing in my bed. Something has to give. And when it does, someone's going to bleed for it..