But it wouldn’t have mattered what I said, because Everly made the decision for us both. She whipped the shirt over her head and allowed her borrowed pants to drop from her waist, exposing her completely to me, every inch of her on display.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, too stunned to say anything else.
She was gorgeous, her hair a riot of flames around her face, freckles scattered across her body—ones I’d known and seen and touched before, and ones that were all new that I wanted to map with my fingers and my tongue. Her nipples were the same shade as her lips, andJesusfuck, I’d never be able to look at her smiling mouth again without seeing her perfect tits and imagining them in my mouth.
“You said, ‘not tonight.’” She took a step toward me. “Well…it’s not tonight…”
CHAPTERTEN
EVERLY
I thought I was dreaming.
Though that wasn’t too far of a stretch since Ihadbeen dreaming about Beck. But in it, we’d picked up right where we’d left off last night when I’d been settled in his lap. Only this time, we didn’t have those pesky things called clothes between us. I’d been able to see all of him, and Dream Beck was gorgeous, all sinewy lines and harsh angles and a cock that was big without being intimidating.
But Dream Beck hadnothingon the real thing. My subconscious hadn’t properly filled in the sharp cut of his biceps, the thick ropes of muscle in his thighs, the definition of his abs, or the dusting of hair on his chest and the trail that led straight down to his… Yeah, that wasdefinitelyintimidating. More so because it was still hard and proud, jutting from his body even after he’d just come.
I’d always known Beck was gorgeous, with his short beard covering a chiseled jaw, his perpetually shaggy thick, dark hair, and thoselips… Early on, I’d put him in thedo not touchbox because of my circumstances, and that was where he’d stayed. But now? Seeing him like this? I’d never wanted to touch someone more in my life, and this was mybest friend. What kind of alternate universe had I stepped into? If I took a second to think about what I was doing in here, I’d probably talk myself out of this. I didn’t do rash, and I didn’t do casual, and I certainly didn’t see my friends naked.
But everything had changed last night—not just following the fire, but following the kiss that had shaken my very foundation.
Every other relationship I’d ever had had been easy. Predictable.Boring. But the twenty minutes I’d spent making out with Beck last night had been…enlightening. He’d evoked more of a reaction from me in those handful of minutes than my last boyfriend had over the course ofyears. And if I didn’t explore whatever this was between us, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.
I knew Beck well enough to realize he’d never take that step without my offering, though. Not after what I’d been through last night. In fact, he was probably beating himself up for even allowing us to kiss after the day I’d had. But last night had sparked something inside me—something I wanted to explore for myself. And for once, I wanted to be selfish and see where it took me with no ulterior motive but my own pleasure.
As I stepped out of his clothes and stood before him completely naked, raw desire emanated from his eyes, and the part of me that’d been nervous to put myself out there, only to be rejected, breathed a sigh of relief. He was ravenous for me, and he didn’t try to hide an ounce of it as he let his gaze trail over my body, eyes zeroing in on all the places that ached for his touch.
“Sunshine,” he croaked, the single word a strangled plea, and I couldn’t stop myself from going to him even if I’d wanted to.
I slid open the glass door and entered the shower stall, the water warming my back while Beck’s gaze heated my front. He stepped back, allowing me room as he licked his lips and looked his fill of me, eyes blazing.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. How am I supposed to say no?” His voice was rough and ragged, so low and deep it slid over me like melted chocolate and seeped into my bones. He reached out and brushed his thumb across my lower lip, parting them for him. The urge to swipe my tongue against it and suck it into my mouth was automatic, so I did both, my body flushing at his answering groan. “Tell me how I’m supposed to turn you away when you come in here looking like a fucking dream and then suck the tip of my thumb like you wish it were my cock.”
A shiver ran through me at his words, so blunt and raw—so unlike anything I’d ever heard in real life—and my pussy tingled at the thought of taking him in my mouth. Of sucking him deep and pleasuring him while he stared down at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“I don’t want you to,” I said, being as honest with him as I always was.
I stepped closer, dragging my fingers through the smattering of dark hair on his chest and down the corrugated hills and valleys of his abs. I’d touched him plenty over the course of our friendship. Innocent touches here and there, but never like this. Never so much bare skin, completely exposed to my fingers… I wanted to touch himeverywhere. To explore and acquaint myself with all the parts of him I didn’t know, that I’d never had the privilege of seeing before, every inch that was new to me. And there were a whole lot of new inches… Jesus,thatwas going to take some getting used to. His cock was long and so thick, I truly didn’t know if he’d fit. I’d always thought it was cliché when a heroine wondered that in a book, but it was all fun and games until you were suddenly the one staring down the barrel of a Pringles can demanding entrance to your lady garden.
His cock twitched at my attention, and he groaned, spinning us around so I was out of the spray and pushing my back against the cold tile. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, as if he were trying to hold himself back. Then he dropped his face into my neck and inhaled deeply before dragging his lips over my skin, his teeth scraping along the juncture that had my nipples tightening into stiff peaks. His cock pressed against my hip, so thick and hard and flushed, and I had to push my hands against the wall to stop from reaching for him.
“I’ve tried, sunshine. I’ve tried so fucking hard to ignore this.”
“Ignore what?” I asked, breathless as I tipped my head to the side and allowed him more access. Allowed him all the space he needed to torment me with his mouth, soft whispers of his lips followed by the sharp bite of his teeth, and then the slick heat of his tongue. I moaned, already wet for him, and we hadn’t even really started.
“How fucking much I want you,” he said, his words rough and low, as if the admission were pulled straight from his soul. He dipped his head then, sucking my nipple into his mouth hard enough to draw a gasp from me.
“Beck.” I threaded my fingers in his hair, holding him to me as he kissed and sucked my breasts. “I want that too.”
I may not have realized it before, but there was no denying it now. I was drenched, my clit throbbing with a need that only increased with every flick of his tongue, every brush of his lips, every pass of his hands on my bare skin.
“Not yet.” He cupped my breasts and lifted, pushing them together. Brushing his thumbs over my nipples, he locked his gaze with mine. Reading me. Studying my reactions. Making sure I was still with him in this strange new facet of our relationship.
And I was. I wasallin.
When he pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and tugged, I gasped, arching toward him, and curled my fingers into his chest. “Yes yet.Please.”
He shook his head, eyes heavy-lidded, cock hard and thick between us. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, so let me enjoy it.”
