Page 64 of More Than Friends

I couldn’t help it. The words slipped out, and even after I said them, I didn’t regret it. But even so, the fact that she hasn’t come out tonight after I held her hand in the office and called our plansa datehas me worried.

I quietly walk to her room. Maybe she fell asleep early. Or maybe she’s avoiding me. Either way, I’m using the guise oftelling her about Ava’s great job sleeping as an excuse to check in on her.

Before I get to her door, I double-check that Ava is still down before sliding the monitor back into my pocket and lifting my hand to knock. My knuckles are about to hit the wooden door when a noise makes me pause.

My entire body freezes.

Was that a moan?

My heart rate accelerates at the idea, and I think I must have imagined it when I hear another one, this one louder and longer.

Blood immediately goes to my cock. Hearing her moan like that has my entire body heated.

Is she touching herself? Fuck, I’d give anything to see that.

I stifle a groan at the mental picture. I couldn’t pinpoint what the soft humming noise was, but now, paired with her moans, I guarantee that’s the sound of a vibrator.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I run my palm over my cock to get some sort of relief as I imagine what she must look like on the other side of the door.

I want to go in there. Ineedto, and I know I have no right feeling that way.

I’m crossing so many fucking lines just by standing here and eavesdropping on what is clearly a moment she’s taking for herself, but I can’t move. It’s like she’s a magnet, and instead of pulling away like I should, I’m being drawn to her. I’m sure she’d be furious to find me standing here, but even knowing that, I can’t move.

I flex my jaw, the movement so intense that I can hear my teeth grinding. It’s taking every ounce of my restraint to not push the door open.

I need to go.

I need to back away and go back to my side of the house and stay there.

If I open the door, there’s no going back. I won’t be able to stop myself from going after what I want—her. I won’t be able to tell myself that it’s better if we never cross the line. I still have no idea what she wants or how she feels about me, and the best choice for everyone would be for me to leave.

I’ll leave.

I’m about to back away and leave her alone, because I’m trying really hard not to break the rules we put in place, and I’m clearly not thinking straight…when I hear another moan.

“Jude.” My name comes out like a damn plea. And every bit of self-control I had is gone. She said my fucking name while touching herself, and the knowledge has my entire body ablaze.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I grab the handle of her door and push it open slowly, making sure I stay quiet while doing so.

The scene in front of me makes me lightheaded.

Charlotte is lying on her bed, her head resting against the pillow as the comforter moves up and down where she plays with her pussy. She’s never looked as beautiful as she does right now. Wet hair sticks to her face, making me wonder if maybe she was in the shower before deciding to get herself off. Even in the darkness of the room, I can tell that her cheeks are flushed.

“Oh my God,” she mutters, and it’s so fucking sexy that I can’t help but run my hand over my length again.

I wish I knew what she was picturing right now.

Is she thinking about me fingering her? Fucking her? Worshipping her pussy with my tongue the way I’ve dreamed of doing too many times to count? Whatever it is, I know I could make it better than whatever she’s imagining. If she just gave me the chance, I know I could give her one orgasm after the next—each one better than the last.

I watch her closely, committing to memory every single thing she does so I know how to do it better. Now that I’ve seen her likethis—heard my name fall from her lips—there’s no going back. I don’t care that I told her we’d just be friends. I don’t care about how complicated things will be.

All I care about is her letting me give her the real thing and making her feel good.

Nothing else matters.

Her movements under the comforter pick up. She gets faster, and I’d give anything to rip the comforter away so I could see the way she fucks herself with the toy.

She lets out small moans and whimpers that have my cock aching for some sort of relief. I feel dizzy from being so turned on. My head spins because I’m so desperate for her.