Dragging my fingers upward, I try to slip them from my panties but brush my swollen bud instead.
A spiral of sensation tightens low in my belly, and that surge of want I’ve been chasing blooms between my thighs.
I gasp in surprise, and the hand on my breast squeezes my nipple on instinct.
Liam’s green eyes flare, and he stumbles forward, silently placing the plate on the counter and gripping the edge as though holding himself up.
Liam’s stare soaks into my skin, sizzling from my nipples to my thighs.
My clit pulses beneath my fingers as though he is looking right at it, puffy and aching for friction. My nipples tighten to steel-like points with each ragged breath I suck in, desperate to be pinched… or sucked.
The heat tingling up and down my spine is definitely not embarrassment.
I must stop this, apologize to Liam, and flee to my bedroom. Kyle can’t accuse me of choosing the bed this time. It’s a necessity.
But I can’t bring myself to move, to take my eyes off Liam’s as they roam down my body, more intense than when he walked in on me trying the lingerie on.
Is he hard again?
Need pulses low in my belly, and a current of desire swirls in my veins, promising sweet relief. If I lower myself onto Liam’s cock right now, I’ll come instantly.
No, Kyle… Kyle’s cock. It’s my boyfriend’s cock that will make my toes curl, but it’s Liam’s brutal stare swelling my clit and making my body come to life.
My best friend watching me is turning me on.
The realization should send me running back into the friend zone, but Liam's eyes lock on mine, his chest heaving with silent breaths. Need and desire take control, and my hand slides further into my panties, wetness soaking my fingers.
Liam's knuckles whiten on the edge of the counter. His stare is unwavering as he watches my hand move beneath the lace, stroking and curling until I find my entrance and push two fingers inside.
My mouth opens in a silent moan, and my eyelids grow heavy. The ache to be filled grows with each pulse of my fingers, and the intensity rolling off Liam makes me need more. I pluck at one nipple, twisting and stroking, then pinch it between two fingers. Hard.
Shudders rack my body, and my legs tremble. I'm about to fall, but I can't stop. Harder and faster, I pinch my nipple and rock against my fingers. The wet sound of my arousal fills the room and turns me on even more.
This is it. I'm going to come; I don't even care if it's on my fingers. The tension inside me is already tighter and wilder than I've ever felt.
All because of my voyeuristic best friend.
"Fuck."
I startle in surprise and look down at the couch. Kyle sits with his eyes still shut, chest panting, and a fist covered in white cream.
Shock makes me stiffen. I'd forgotten Kyle was here. I’d been so lost in my desire that all I could see was Liam.
I look up as Liam’s back disappears into his room, the door silently closing behind him. Warmth leeches from the room, taking the arousal in my belly with it.
Noooo. I’d been so close.
“That was hot, babe.” Kyle pushes his quickly deflating cock beneath his zipper. “You really did miss me.”
I nod, too shocked to make a sound as Kyle walks to the bathroom. I stare at Liam’s door, but I can’t figure out if I want him to open it or hide behind it forever so I can pretend this never happened.
But the look in Liam’s eyes as he watched me touch myself is burned in my mind.
There is no way I can pretend it never happened.
But what am I supposed to do now?
CHAPTER 3
