“Since when?”
“For a while now. I just didn’t want to say anything because you were with Ryan, and I don’t know—” I blew out a breath. “It’s you and me, and it’s risky because if I fuck it up, I would ruin the best relationship in my life. But I can’t stop thinking about you, so I’m just putting it all out there.”
I could see the way her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and her tongue swiped out to wet her lips. “I told you that Ryan and I were fighting all the time, but I didn’t tell you why.”
“Tell me.”
“He thought I was in love with my best friend,” she whispered. “He couldn’t get past it. Ever since he met you, whenyou came to that competition right before he and I broke up, he said the way I looked at you gave it away.”
“Are you in love with your best friend, Wren?” I asked.
“I have been for a very long time. But I didn’t think you felt the same way.”
“I’ve loved you my whole life, Wren Waterstone. It started as a friendship, but it’s something more now. So much more. I couldn’t stand the thought of you with Ryan. Hell, I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone. I want you so bad I can’t see straight.”
“You were my first kiss. Maybe you should be my last?” she said, the corners of her lips turning up in the sexiest smile.
I tugged her onto my lap and tangled my hands in her hair, pulling her face down to mine. “If we do this, we’re going all in. There’s no halfway when it’s you and me. Are you okay with that?”
“I’ve always been all in with you, Cowboy.”
I pulled her face down as my lips crashed into hers.
It was desperate and needy.
Her legs fell on either side of my hips as she straddled me. My tongue slipped inside and tangled with hers in a fevered fury.
Kissing Wren felt like finding something you’d been searching for your entire life.
And she’d been right in front of me this whole time.
I tilted her head to the side to take the kiss deeper as a little moan escaped her mouth. My dick strained so hard against the zipper of my jeans I thought he’d tear right through it.
She ground up against me, sliding up and down my shaft, right through our clothing. My hands moved down to the hem of her tee and slipped beneath, my fingers tracing over her warm, soft skin. The lace of her bra beneath my fingertips had me desperate to feel what was beneath.
Wren’s tits were works of art.
She pulled back. “Are we really doing this, Cowboy?” Her voice was sexy and strained. Blonde hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and her eyes were wild with need.
“We’re doing this.” I stood, taking her with me as her legs wrapped around my waist and her head fell back in laughter as I carried her down the hallway.
I dropped her on the bed, and she bounced a little. I reached down and tugged off her red boots one at a time.
“You sure about this?” I asked her as I hovered above her. “Because once we cross the line, there’s no turning back.”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
That was all I needed to hear. I felt the exact same way.
Wren was the closest person to me. We’d always shared everything.
Everything aside from this.
I unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her legs before pulling her tee over her head when she held her arms up and sat forward.
And then I just looked at her.
This new, sexy version of Wren, lying here in pink lace panties and a matching bra.
