“I mean, it was pretty?—”
“Nice,” he finishes.
“Only nice?” I fire back.
“I enjoyed it and would not be opposed to more.”
Pressing my palm into the side of the barn, I step closer to him. “Is this you agreeing to my plan?”
“Just until Christmas, and then we go back to being friends?”
“We’ll always be friends, Ol. Just friends who kiss now.”
“I don’t think you’re kissing me right now,” he says.
“Would you like me to change that?”
“Yes. I very much would like you to kiss me again.”
I cup Ollie’s cold cheek and wrap a hand around his hip to tug him close. I study his face, brushing my thumb over the apple of his cheek. His eyes widen in the low light.
If there’s one thing I know about my best friend, it’s that I can read him like an open book.
Oh yeah, he definitely wants this.
Leaning down, I suck on his bottom lip. Fuck. He tastes delicious. Even better than before somehow. His soft purrs and whimpers have me moving closer and deepening the angle.
I tease him, nibbling and sucking. I pull back and capture his mouth with mine.
When he gasps, I slide my tongue into his mouth. I can tell he’s nervous, but he lets me take control. Something that I gladly do. Light strokes, hard strokes. I know he likes it because he sinks his fingers even harder into the front of my chest. I’m standing impossibly close to him. I push mythigh between his legs andfuck. His dick is hard against my jeans.
“Fuck, Ollie.” I drop my forehead to his.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a better kiss in my life,” he says. Those lips of his are stung swollen.
“Oh, yeah? I haven’t even shown you the good moves.”
“The good moves?” His voice is breathless.
I love that I make him feel like this.
“If you think that’s good, just you wait.”
“What moves are we talking about?”
“More kissing.” I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Maybe more.” I move my leg between his.
“I-I…I would be amenable to that,” he stutters.
“You would be amenable to sex?”
He nods, glassing fogging up.
“Well then, I think tonight has been a very good night.”
“Want to make it better?”
“How?” I ask.
