“I know you are.” I curl my fingers, hitting that spot inside her, and she cries out. “Let me feel it, Red.”
Her body goes tight. Her pussy clenches around my fingers. Then she’s gasping my name, shaking, and I work her through it, slowing as the aftershocks roll through her.
When she finally opens her eyes, she’s completely undone.
She’s breathing fast. Hard. “Holy shit.”
I pull my hand out slowly, bring my fingers to my mouth, and lick, tasting her arousal.
Her eyes go wide.
“Delicious.”
She reaches for my belt, and her fingers fumble with the buckle. “Your turn.”
I catch her wrist. “Don’t.”
“Why not?”
Because if she touches me, I won’t stop. I’ll fuck her right here. And then I’ll have to look Ben in the eye knowing I crossed the one line that mattered.
“We’re done.”
“Callum, I want to makeyoufeel good.”
“I said we’re done.” My voice comes out harsher than I mean it to.
She pulls her hand back. Hurt flashes across her face before she looks away, and guilt slams into me.
I sit back and run a hand through my hair. The windows are completely fogged, and the air smells like sex.
“We should go.”
She fixes her jeans without looking at me.
I hate the silence.
We both move back to the front seats. I start the car and pull out of the lot. The road stretches ahead, empty and quiet. Too quiet.
“I don’t regret what just happened,” I say.
She considers that. “No?”
“No.” I grip the wheel. “I want you. That’s not the problem.”
She scoffs. “Then what is?”
“Ben.”
Her expression hardens. “I’m not a kid, Callum. I can make my own choices.”
“I know that.”
“Then why does Ben’s opinion matter more than mine?”
I exhale through my teeth. “Because he’s my best friend. Because I’m not going to destroy more than twenty years of friendship over wanting to fuck you.”
She flinches and turns to the window.
