“I wanted to be your first, but I’m good with being your last, too.” He dropped to his knees and tugged my leggings down to my ankles.
“You’re both,” I whispered.
His gaze flew to mine. “Fuck, T.” Palming my calves, he urged me to lift my feet, and then he tossed my leggings to the side. “I’ve had wet dreams about this lace.”
He leaned close and kissed my center before going back to exploring the contours of my legs with his eyes and his hands. My skin pebbled beneath his talented touch, and liquid heat flooded my core.
“You know what I’m dying for right now?”
I shook my head.
Slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of my lacy panties, he said, “I’m dying for a taste of you. May I?”
“Yes.” The word came out in a ragged whisper.
In a blink I was standing naked in front of him. Then he was there, his lips and tongue doing wicked, wonderful things to my clit. I widened my stance and he slipped a finger inside my pussy. Moaning, I plowed my hands into his hair and hung on as waves of pleasure built low in my belly. Then he added a finger, stretching me in a delicious way that made my knees wobbly. When he increased the rhythms of his fingers in time with the hard suckling he gave my clit, all those building waves of pleasure crashed over me at once. My knees buckled as I screamed his name.
Slowly, he pulled out of me. With an expression of pure naughtiness, he gazed into my eyes and stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking my juices from them. “Exactly as I thought,” he said. “You’re delicious.”
He hopped up to his feet and dropped his jeans and boxers. The sight of his erection filled me with equal parts excitement and trepidation. Though I’d gotten him off with my hands and my mouth, both of which I’d loved, we were moving on to something I hadn’t been able to do with Aaron. More than anything, I didn’t want to disappoint Danny. Not Danny.Please, Lord, notDanny.
Tipping my chin up with his finger, he said, “Hey, where’d you go?”
I reached for him. “Thinking about the last time I touched you.”
“Mmm, I love your hands... your mouth on me.” He clamped his fingers around my wrist. “But tonight it’s all about you.”
Slowly, he lowered me to the bed and climbed over me, nibbling and kissing my jaw, down my neck, across my collarbone. His lips left a trail of fire wherever they touched. His hands on my body left me writhing beneath him, my body begging for what I instinctively knew he could give. I clutched his shoulders and whimpered.
“All in good time, babe. I want to savor this. Savor you.”
I’d never felt so cherished in my life.
He lavished attention on my breasts to the point I thought I’d come again. He must have sensed my response because dark laughter rumbled from his throat. When he kissed his way back to my lips, our mouths doing together what our bodies longed to do, I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my center up and down his length.
“Wait, babe.” He panted. “I need to suit up first.” Reluctantly, and with several extra drugging kisses, he rolled off the bed in search of his jeans.
Retrieving a foil packet, he tore it open and rolled the condom over himself. When he came back to bed, reflexively my thighs clamped together, my entire body going rigid. Tears sprang to my eyes as reality flooded in.Not Danny, my mind screamed even as I fisted the sheets and tears rolled down my temples into my hair.
“Taryn? T? What’s wrong?”
“I-I don’t know,” I stuttered. The concern on his handsome face ruined me, and I shut my eyes tight.
The bed sagged under his weight. Then I felt the featherlight touch of his fingertip smoothing over my brow. “Hey. Look at me.”
The confusion in his eyes wrecked me.
“Talk to me, T. We can figure this out if you talk to me.”
Since he was kneeling on the covers, I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled away from him into a tight little ball. “I-I th-thought it w-would be different with you.” It took everything I had to hold back the sobs scraping the back of my throat raw. “But Aaron was right. I’m frigid.” Swallowing hard, I whispered, “Will you even want to stay my friend?”
Behind me, the bed shifted again as he left it. I heard him in the bathroom, water running, and I shoved my fist into my mouth to keep from crying out. He was leaving. Of course he was leaving. I’d led him on as if we were going to reach the natural progression of our relationship at last, and then I wrecked it right at the pivotal moment. Why would he want anything to do with me after that?
Behind me, the bed sagged again. Then he was there, spooning me, his arm wrapped around my middle like he’d never let go. The dam broke then. Sobs wracked me as I absorbed as much of the feel of him into me as I could, knowing this was Danny saying goodbye.
I cried for him and what I couldn’t give him. I cried for me and what I’d wanted so much with him but now knew I’d never have. Most of all, I cried for the friendship we’d built over years of pent-up longing—a friendship that had meant everything.
After I’d spent my tears, he rubbed his palm up and down my arm, over my hip, down my thigh, and back before wrapping his arm back around me.
