It was weird, holding eye contact while we kissed and he thrusted inside me. Sex had never been this personal before, thisintense.And we were just friends! Imagine how it’d be if we were—no.No.
“Hey, where’d you go?” he asked, his entire body turning stiff. “Your eyes changed.”
Did they?I blinked, shocked that he could read me so well. “I’m fine, I swear. This feels… incredible.” My throat clogged, and I pushed back up and increased my pace riding him. Each movement got me a little closer. He bit down on his bottom lip, his blue eyes taking everything in, and I clenched around him.
He groaned and gripped my thighs tight as our tempo grew faster. The tingling sensation started at my toes and made its way to my stomach, then to my clit. “I’m right… right there,” I panted, needing just a bit more.
He knew what to do and ran his thumb over my swollen clit three times before I burst. I cried out, rocking harder than before as my orgasm took over. My vision blurred, and my body pulsated with pleasure.
“Naomi, fuck,” he grunted, lifting me slightly to adjust the angle. Michael thrusted hard four times before he groaned a longFuuuuuck.
My hand rested on his chest, my heart pounded, and Michael looked up at me like he was drunk. He scanned my face, chest, then my mouth before he let out a small groan. “I had plans to get you food.”
“Well, you fed me your dick.”
He barked out a laugh and threw his head back. “Holy shit, nice one.” He laughed again as he lifted me off him and set me down on the bed. He disposed of the condom in a trash can and sat next to me, sighing.
I felt the weight of that breath, like he was as confused as I was about our situation. Friends with benefits seemed to be the perfect solution for our insane chemistry. But it was more, for sure. At least… for me.
Shit. Self-doubt crept in, and suddenly I was very, very aware of my nudity. I got up and put on the large shirt, avoiding his probing gaze. He could easily see through me, and I wasn’t ready to havethatconversation.
“Hungry?” he asked, no indication that he knew I was freaking out. I snuck a glance at him, and he wore his easy smile. “I have a frozen pizza.”
“Hm.” I crossed my arms as my stomach growled. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t need to eat because he heard the evidence, but I wanted to go. Running away was more of the truth, but I shrugged. “Sure, yeah. I should leave after though.”
“Do what you gotta do, but I have questions.” He slipped on some shorts, leaving his bare chest on display, and went out into the main area. “Freddie is gone with his friends so we can hang out in here if you want.”
“Clark Kent, you mean?”
“Yup. That guy.” He snorted and got the pizza from the freezer before preheating the oven. He leaned against the counter, eyed me up and down, and smiled. “We’ve had sex twice now, but you’re acting shy. What’s going on?”
Shit. I wasn’t doing a good job of hiding my inner turmoil.Play dumb.
I shook that thought away immediately. I owed it to myself and Michael to not lie. “We’re friends with benefits.”
“Was that a question or a statement?” He crossed one foot over the other, and I swore his eyes clouded, like he raised his own shields against me.
Am I making this harder than it needs to be?
Guilt ate my insides. Being more than friends wasn’t possible for either of us. Hockey! Coach! Heartbreak! We knew that and had talked about it. So, what good would it do to bring it up?What if he feels differently though?
I rubbed my temple and forced myself to relax. “Statement, sorry. I’m in a post-sex haze.”
I looked at the ground, and Michael’s footsteps neared me. He lifted my chin and frowned at me. His damn scent flooded my senses, and I breathed him in, hating the way he made my body lose control. I jerked my chin out of his grip, and he let his hand fall to the side.
God, that one gesture hurt my heart. The lines around his eyes deepened, and he spoke in such a soft tone I wanted to melt. “Hey, tell me what’s going on, please.”
That damn please again would kill me. “It’s…” I took a breath and thought of the first thing I could. It was better than sayingI HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU, YOU BIG HOCKEY DUDE.“My sister.”
Understanding filled his eyes, and he nodded. “I wanted to ask but wasn’t sure if the subject was off-limits.”
“Is anything off-limits with us?” I asked, my face heating from the hypocrisy of the situation. I was a LYING LIAR. It was my insecurities about hockey and getting hurt.
“I’d like to think not. At least, not after what just happened.” He winked and brought his hand back up to my shoulder.
It was that moment I knew I was screwed. Icravedhis touch. Not just in a sexual way either. In a comforting he-brings-me-joy way. I cleared my throat and ignored the erratic patter of my heart, forcing a quick laugh. “My body is still tingling.”
“Mine too.” He guided us to the couch. “So, Cami. What happened? Are you alright?”
