“We get it out of our systems.” She threads her fingers through mine. “Then, we can be friends.”
“Mm.” I’m not convinced.
She hooks her pinky around mine. “We’ll pinky promise. This won’t get in the way of our friendship.”
When our eyes meet again, she’s watching me, waiting for the moment when I stop fighting it.
My gaze drops to her body?—
That moment is now.
Fuck it.
I pull my shirt over my head and step out of my jeans and boxers, knowing I’m crossing something I won’t be able to uncross. I’m already hard, already committed, and the thought that this will change things barely has time to surface before I stop caring.
The mattress dips under my weight when I crawl under the covers she still holds open for me. The scent of her—sweet, feminine, faint vanilla—wraps around me.
She rolls toward me; we’re perfectly aligned.
My rock-hard dick presses into the soft, hot flesh of her stomach.
“That didn’t take long.” Her hand slides over my length. “Wow.”
I run the back of my finger over her breast. “That’s me restrained, honey.”
My fingers slip under her bra strap and slide it slowly downward.
Her gaze dips to my mouth. “You were such a gentleman last night…”
I brush her lip with my thumb. “I’m no gentleman, Freya….”
Our lips press together and immediately a wildfire bursts through my chest. She sighs into my mouth, and the sound nearly kills me.
I dive my tongue into her mouth, devouring her, as I thread my hands through her luscious curls.
As she kisses me, she takes one hand and wiggles down her panties, over her hips. I cup my hand over herhot core. Shit, I want this. I want inside her. I want to feel her…
I drag my mouth from hers just long enough to ask. “You sure about this?”
Her eyes are closed, and she reaches down for my dick. “I was sure last night.”
I’m taking her. She might never come back, for all I know, or she might get a fucking man down in LA. The thought of it guts me. But I have her now… I have her body in my hands, my fingers on her insane curves…
Though I try to slow it all down and take my time, before I know it, I’m sunk so deep inside, I let the moment claim me.
And every instinct I have tells me this won’t be as simple as we promised.
5
Three weeks later
I bracemy palms against the marble counter and let the chill bite into my skin. The light from my mom’s halo mirror floods everything so perfectly that it could be any other day.
But not in the frame is the pregnancy test resting beside my phone, facedown. I can’t bring myself to flip it yet.
The reflection that stares back at me looks composed, even though my stomach is a tightening fist.
We used a condom.
