“Why do you have to resist?”
“Because we’re just friends, remember? I?—”
six
MAYA
I kissed him.
My fingers slipped into his messy hair, pulling him closer to me as I parted his lips with my tongue. His hands found my hips and tugged me against him a little harder.
Our tongues met, the brush of them tentative at first, then fierce as they moved together.
Our mouths fought, my hands tugging and playing with his hair while his moved over my waist and back like he was trying to resist touching more of me.
I moved them down to my backside, and he groaned into my mouth as he grabbed it. The sides of our sunglasses bumped, but I barely noticed.
He kneaded my ass, squeezing and gripping while we made out. I ground my hips, moving against his cock in a way that drove us both crazy while he touched my back, my hair, and my butt, like he wanted to mark me with his hands.
I’d never felt connected to someone the way I did with him. Like I could talk, and he would listen without judging me. Like he cared about me, no matter what had happened.
It made me want to be closer with him in all the other ways too.
That seemed crazy, but it was true.
Ethan pulled away after a while, both of us panting. I was wetter than I’d ever been, on the verge of a climax but not quite reaching it.
“Should we—we should—yeah, we should stop. Right?” Ethan asked, his voice strained as he caught his breath with his lips brushing mine as he spoke.
“If you want to.”
“Doyouwant to?” One of his hands was buried in my hair. My buns had to be wrecked, but I only vaguely thought about that. Definitely didn’t care.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, Cupcake.”
“You mock me. I love it. Continue,” Ethan rumbled against my mouth.
“Continue kissing, or mocking?”
“Both.” His lips met mine again, and we resumed making out until he pulled away again a while later.
My lips were deliciously swollen, my heart beating wildly and my need growing hotter and heavier.
“Should we stopnow?” he asked me, our chests heaving against each other.
“Only if you want to.”
“I don’t. Fuck. I want—” He let out a shaky breath and kissed me again, pulling away a few minutes later. “Can I take this off?” His hands were on the hem of my tank top.
I tugged it upward, and he helped it over my head. I couldn’t see his eyes behind those damn glasses, but I would’ve put money on them moving over the thin bra I had on, and the bare skin around it.
His hands skimmed my waist, and I grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt. He tossed it aside, and I dragged my fingers slowly over the thick muscles on his abdomen.
“I’ll stop you if you make me uncomfortable, Ethan. Stop fighting yourself and just do whatever you want.”
