This was madness.
I should stop before I ruined everything, before someone got hurt. Probably me.She was my best friend. I needed her. Couldn’t afford to lose her.
Her voice was heartbreakingly soft as she uttered that one little word, “Please.”
And I was the weakest man alive as I let that one-syllable word break my resolve. “Fuck it.” I rasped, reckless and greedy—dying to finally taste my little strawberry temptation.
Sara was utterly pliant as I took her face in both hands, as I tilted her lips up to mine, and the sound she made was nearly enough to undo me right then and there.
Suddenly, it didn’t matter that this was a terrible idea. I didn’t care anymore. Now, here, this—there was nothing but the smell of her, the feel of her, the sound of her.
“Carter.” She whimpered, clutching my shirt as my lips brushed against hers gently, the first stroke of contact enough to make us both combust.
God, the sound of my name in her mouth.
I wanted everything.
I traced her lips with mine, relishing in the soft feel of her skin, wondering if I was dreaming. My zipper was painfully tight as I scented the trace of strawberry and buttercream lingering on her supple mouth.
More, I needed more.
I slotted my mouth against hers, tongue sweeping across that delicious lower lip as I tasted her for the first time. Fuck if I could remember my own name, but I didn’t have to as she uttered it again. I swallowed her whimpers down my throat while she slid her arms around my neck and I pulled her even closer, desperate for so much more.
I kissed her slowly at first, discovering the feel of her lips on mine, of her body pressed against every inch of me. Her needy little sounds, desperate and wanting, as I discovered how perfectly she fit against me. Just like I knew she would.
She tasted better than I could have imagined. She was all sweetness, ice cream yes, but her very essence, the smell of her, it was almost too much.
Sara’s tongue met mine as I swept it into her mouth, and every little sound she made, the feel of her perfect tits pressedagainst my chest as she pulled me closer, was all too much, and simultaneously not enough.
I could feel myself becoming ravenous for her, and I didn’t want to go too far, too fast. Didn’t want to be another guy who took more than she was ready to give.
It took everything in me to break the kiss, but I did, and I was already aching for more as I gazed down at her, breathless and a little undone.Perfect.
Sara broke into a shy smile and giggled nervously, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she gripped me by the lapels and inched up on tiptoe. “Why’d you stop?” She rasped, giving me a look through her lashes that made me want to throw her over my shoulder like an uncivilized brute.
I was so fucked.
A lopsided grin spread over my own face as I gazed into my best friend’s eyes and knew nothing would ever be the same again. “Oh, you want more?” I practically purred, letting her pull me back down to her mouth. “Aren’t you a greedy little thing.”
“So what if I am?” She laughed breathily, and I couldn’t help myself as I went back for seconds.
The next slow-burning kiss was like water running over river rocks. Smooth and fluid, and quickly turning more rapid.
Sara’s fingers threaded through my hair, tugging, as her supple body writhed against my own, and I groaned at the contact, at the incinerating need for her.
I slid my hand up her neck and tilted her face, angling her the way I wanted, relishing that she let me. Her back arched as I pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, being careful to keep her arms around my neck and away from the heavy weight at my back.
Our kissing quickly turned more frantic, more desperate, as we pulled at each other, panting, and tasting, and claiming. The comfort of our friendship a seamless bridge into this new territory.
My hands wandered over one silken curve after another, stopping just below the tempting swell of her breasts, where myfingers rose and fell on her ribs with her every rapid breath. Under the cover of darkness, I knew I could easily push the plunging panel of her dress to the side. Release one of those pert nipples I’d been struggling not to look at all night. Instead, I pulled myself back again, breathless and instantly desperate for another taste.
“So, was the strawberry better?” She whispered between panting breaths. “Since you went back for seconds?”
I rested my forehead against hers. “Careful, pretty girl, or that arrogance might get you into trouble.” I hummed, brazenly letting my thumb dust over the bottom curve of her breast.
Her eyes fluttered as she arched into my hand. “Trouble is my middle name, didn’t you know?” I chuckled roughly and did it again, loving how she pretended to be unaffected by it.
But in that moment of pure ecstasy, in that moment of her surrendering to me, softening for me—something more sinister crept in.
