Behind her, the door creaked open and snicked shut. From the corner of her eye, she saw Nate inch towards her. The chill surrounding her body shifted to fever in an instant.

Damn, the towering man knew how to knock her off-kilter without laying a hand on her. But he was her best guy friend and so very off-limits, even if he personified the hero in her most recent novella. Of course, she portrayed the heroine, and together they played out every one of her darkest fantasies. Here lately, the lines between reality and fantasy blurred. Each time she saw Nate, she bit her tongue to keep her true feelings at bay.

Forcing her gaze back to the scene beyond the window, she nibbled her bottom lip. If Nate came closer, if she caught the scent of his woodsy cologne and he put his hands on her, she’d succumb to her desires. The sex show in the parking lot had her sexual organs flared. Her inner voyeur could only take so much stimulation.

A split-second later, Nate’s breath warmed the back of her neck. So he personified sexy... he knew her better than anyone, but she wanted a forever man, not a one-night-stand. He rarely dated a woman twice. Could friends make good, lasting lovers, especially if she already loved him?