“If you’re going to stand there, Tate, you might as well come join me.” His voice was low, rough, sending a shiver down my spine.
My gaze dropped, taking in the length of him as he stroked himself from root to tip. And holy fuck, that was... mesmerizing. I could see every ridge, every vein, as his hand moved in a slow, steady rhythm. My heart pounded in my chest, my mouth suddenly dry. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but stare, as heat pooled between my legs, my body responding to the raw, erotic sight in front of me. Every stroke seemed to echo in my own body, sending waves of desire crashing through me.
And still, I didn’t move.
Eleven
Kellan
Tate simply stood there, staring, her gaze fixed on my cock, and damn if it didn’t swell bigger at the attention. I couldn’t seem to stop the slow, rhythmic stroking, even though she’d said absolutely nothing. If she didn’t do something soon, I was going to come right here, like this, staring at her staring at me.
I’d heard the bathroom door open, heard her reach for the dog. The door hadn’t closed again, so I’d known she hadn’t left, and I’d taken a risk. But now I was second guessing this rash, lunatic move. We’d sailed right on past the point of no return, and I could no longer walk this back.
As the silence drew out, I did the only thing I could do. I doubled down on honesty. “This isn’t the first time I’ve done this thinking about you.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed. “It’s not?”
“Not by a long shot. I want you, Tate. You’re my best friend in the whole damned world, and I want you.” My heart thundered with the admission. I’d either fucked up our lifelong friendship beyond belief, or I’d finally done something to irrevocably change our dynamic.
Her eyes flicked up to mine, and something in them shifted, turned molten. Without a word, she nudged Cornbread out the bathroom door and shut it firmly enough I could hear the click over the running of the shower. Then she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Her bra went next, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as she bared herself to me.
But she didn’t stop there.
Her hands went to the button of her work pants, popping it open before she shoved them down her legs and stepped free of them. And then she was standing there, completely naked, and I was pretty sure my heart was going to pound right out of my chest.
I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. I was too afraid that if I spoke, I’d break whatever spell she was under, and she’d realize what she was doing and stop. And I really didn’t want her to stop.
She took a step forward, then another, until she was standing right in front of me. I could feel the heat of her skin, see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. And then she reached out, her hand covering mine on my cock, and I had to bite back a groan.
“Is this what you want, Kellan?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
Then she was stepping under the spray with me, pressing her body flush against mine, and I could feel every inch of her, soft and warm and perfect.
I was either dreaming, or I was the luckiest bastard on earth. Then Tate slid a hand around my nape, pulling my mouth to hers, and I knew without a doubt it was the latter. Her lips were soft, pliant, and she tasted of spearmint and something sweet that was uniquely her. I groaned into the kiss, my arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. She gasped as her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard buds that sent a shiver down my spine.
Tate’s mouth was hot, her tongue slick as it slid against mine. I backed her against the cool tile, my hands finally, finally free to explore every dip and curve of her body. She gasped as I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. They were taut, begging for my mouth. I tore my lips from hers, trailing kisses down her neck, along her collarbone, until I could take one of those perfect buds between my lips.
She moaned, her hands fisting in my hair as I sucked, her body arching into mine. I could feel her heart pounding. Or maybe that was mine. I gave her other breast the same attention, my hands gripping her waist, her hips, memorizing the feel of her. She was strong and lean and perfect. Her hips rocked against mine, seeking friction, needing more than this slow, erotic exploration. I slipped a hand between her legs, groaning at the slickness I found there. She was hot, wet, ready. I circled her clit with my thumb, feeling her body jerk in response.
“Kellan,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed.
“I’ve got you, baby.” I slid one finger inside her, then another, filling her by degrees. Her body clenched around me—tight, so tight—and I could only imagine how she’d feel around my cock. But this, this was about her. I wanted to see her come undone, wanted to be the one to give her that pleasure.
I curled my fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her cry out. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body trembling as I worked her, my thumb never letting up on her clit. She was getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“Let go, Tate. Let me see you come.” Desire roughened my voice into a demand.
Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down on my fingers as she rode out her orgasm. She cried out, her head falling back against the tile, her body shaking. I held her through it, my own body aching with need, but I didn’t care. Seeing her like this was worth every second of the wait.
“Oh God. More.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I lifted her until those long legs wrapped around my waist, exactly as they had in my dream. Her back hit the cool tile with a soft thud, her breath hitching in response. I held her there, pinned, my cock poised at her entrance. I could feel her heat, her wetness, and it took every ounce of my self-control not to sink into her right then.
“Condom?” I managed to grit out, my voice barely recognizable. It wasn’t like I’d planned this. I wasn’t prepared.
