“We’re a little more than just friends,” she whispered.“We’re friends who help each other out, remember?”
“That’s true.”A slow, sexy grin spread on his face.He licked his lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.“Do you have anything I can help you with, Libby?”
Oh man, what had she started?
Her mouth went dry.
“That depends,” she said.
“On what?”
“On…um…whether or not you’ve got anything I can help you with in return?”
“Oh, yeah…” He sucked in air.“I’ve got something that I’d like help with, should a friend have a similar…something.”
Libby swallowed.“Well, in that case, if two friends had the same something they needed help with, then those two friends could help each other out.”
“Yes, they could.”
“Especially if they get on well as friends,” she added.
“Oh, yes, especially,” Dan said.“They could take that friendship—”
“That mutual understanding—”
“Uh-huh, and they could use it to see to each other’s needs.”
“And because their friendship is strong enough,” Libby said quickly, “if those needs were, um, seen to, they’d remain friends afterwards.”
“Absolutely.”
“Right.”She crossed her legs.It was the only way she could keep them together and not wrap them around Dan’s body.It was ridiculous how turned on she was right now.And even more ridiculous to think she could do something about it with Dan.She must really need some sleep!
“But we’re not friends like that,” she said on a pent-up breath.
“Yeah.”He flopped against the couch and blew out his cheeks.“I know.”
“Our friendship has been all kinds of unusual already,” she reminded him.“Then there’s that tired and delirious thing we mentioned.”
“Yep.You’re right.”Dan smacked his lips together.“We’d better get some sleep.”
“That’s definitely the most sensible thing to do.”Libby nodded gravely.“We’d better call it a night.”
Minuteslater,Danwasflat on his back on the sofa, topless, and so was Libby.Her luscious breasts swayed inches from his mouth.
She’d made the first move!
Dan was pretty sure that had been the case.He’d been about to stand, to go to bed, but Libby had jumped him.
Or had he caught her onherway to standing and pulled her against him?
Fuck knew.And he didn’t care.Not when Libby was rocking herself along his erection like she didn’t care either.
Little groans of pleasure escaped her as she swooped down to kiss him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasped against his mouth for the fiftieth time.She cupped his face, her tongue slick between his lips, like he was that lucky mango, ripe and ready to be devoured.
“You’re right,” he managed to say, then deepened the kiss, wishing he had another pair of hands so he could feel her breasts, hips, and strong thighs all at once.“We really shouldn’t be doing this.”Now both his hands were gripping her butt, keeping her where she felt so good.
