“Dakota?” she prompts. “When you asked me to stay, is this what you wanted to happen?” She prowls toward me, and I gulp. Slowly and seductively, she crawls up my body until she’s straddling me.
“Y-yes.” I stumble on the word as she bends forward to suck on my neck. She palms my breast through my shirt, my nipples hardening to peaks.
“Tell me.” She nips at my ear. My mouth falls open in a throaty groan. “Tell me what else you wanted to happen tonight.”
“I wanted—” I fist the sheets, leaning my weight back onto my arms, but as she continues to kiss and suck along my throat, I can’t hold it. I drop, and my back hits the mattress. Casey follows, her body glued to mine.
“I wanted this,” I say, breathless. “I wanted to have one night with you where we could make each other feel good. Where I could forget.”
Casey pulls back to look me in the eye, and I curse myself, realizing a second too late how stupid that was to admit. I messed up. Just like with Emily, I always put my stupid foot in my stupid mouth. I made it sound like I’m just using Casey to get over my ex. But this is Casey, I could never use her like she means nothing. She means everything.
“Hey, it’s like I told you last night,” she says, sensing my spiral like she always does. “If you want to forget her, I can make that happen. Do you trust me?”
“More than anything.”
She grabs ahold of my chin and makes me meet her eye. “I got you,” she promises. “If you want one night, I will give you the best night of your life.”
I swallow. “Okay.”
She holds my gaze for a beat then leans in to kiss me. And this kiss is different—soft and sensual—and I feel it down to my toes. Liquid heat pooling in my core.
My hands hover at her side, acutely aware of how naked she is, but then I close the distance. I rest my palms on herbare thighs, just above her knees. Her skin is so soft and smooth. Slowly, I slide up, and, as I grip her hips, I can feel and hear Casey take a sharp intake of breath. Realizing I caused the reaction in her has a surge of confidence flowing through my veins.
“Good,” she rasps. “Now take these off.”
She fists the material of my shirt and tugs. I sit up to help her rip it off, our lips parting for the briefest second. She tosses my shirt to the side and presses both hands into my chest. I fall backward onto the mattress. She smiles down at me while her hands roam up my stomach and over my sports bra.
I hold onto her hips, appreciating the view from beneath her. She cups my breast and teases my peaked nipples through the thin material. I dig my nails into her soft skin. We both moan, mine throaty, hers hungry.
She leans down to capture my mouth again in a bruising kiss. I curl my fingers in her hair and moan into her mouth. Her lips break from mine, and she peppers kisses down my cheek to my jaw to my neck. Each one searing and setting my body on fire with their heat.
She wraps her hand around my throat and uses her thumb to easily snap my face to the side, allowing her more access. My clit aches. I curl my leg around hers, pulling her in for a desperate attempt at friction.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“I will,” she promises, and I whimper.
My hands roam the bare expanse of her back until one ventures lower. I squeeze her ass, and Casey makes a small sound I almost miss as she sucks my earlobe into her mouth, and I groan.
“Casey,” I whine.
“Hmm?” she asks before blessedly moving down. She palms my breast through my sports bra, and I arch up off the bed. Casey shifts her body further between my legs and takes my breast in her mouth. It feels incredible despite there being a layer of fabric in the way. If it feels this good now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive her tongue on my bare skin.
I paw at the loose strands of blonde hair that have fallen in her face and brush them out of the way. She takes the invitation and finally, thankfully, frees me from my bra. She doesn’t waste time with taking it all the way off. Her tongue tracing my pebbled nipple. Her fingers teasing and rolling the other. I dig my nails into her back and scratch up as my hips buck off the mattress.
I’m going to die. She’s going to kill me. And she hasn’t even come close to my pussy.Fuck.
“Casey,” I moan, my voice full of need. “Please.”
My best friend’s lips are still wrapped around my nipple as she looks up at me. She tugs up and releases me with a wet pop. Her grin is wolfish and so unbelievably sexy, I nearly come.
“Patience,” she admonishes, a teasing lilt to her voice.
I squeeze my fists to my eyes and groan.
She laughs and says, “Okay, okay.”
Casey lowers herself back down to my body and kisses me once between my cleavage. Then, oh so slowly, she licks and kisses her way lower. She hooks her thumb in the waistband of my shorts.
