Because I love you. Because I’ve loved you since we were kids. Because watching you get hurt is killing me.
But I couldn’t say that. Not now and not when she was vulnerable.
“Because you deserve it,” I said. “Because someone should have been doing these things all along.”
Paige didn’t reply. She just slid across the cushion and lifted her hand, pressing it against my chest, right over my racing heart.
Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.
“Derek,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I-I need to feel something other than broken right now.”
“You’re not broken, Paige,” I replied, her eyes dropping to my mouth.
Fuck. I don’t think I can control anymore.
Before I could lean forward to cradle her face, she closed the distance between us as her mouth found mine.
It was a soft, simple brush of lips. But the second my brain caught up with what was happening, I took over. I growled low in my throat and angled my head, deepening the kiss.
The teacup clattered somewhere around us, and her robe fell open as I trapped her against the back of the couch, claiming her lips in a scorching kiss.
The sound that left her throat was a hungry, desperate moan that shot straight to my cock.
“Oh God,” she whispered, pulling back just far enough to breathe. “Derek, we?—”
My thumb traced her bottom lip. “Yes?”
“We’re breaking the rule,” she breathed.
“Fuck the rules,” I said, stealing another kiss, my hands sliding into her hair. “I don’t care about the contract right now, Paige. I care only about you.”
“This is crazy,” she gasped against my mouth, her hands were fisting in my shirt and pulling me closer. “We’re supposed to be faking it.”
“Does this feel fake to you?” I asked, gently biting her lower lip, making her gasp. “Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel fake to me.”
She moved, her body pressing against mine, all her soft curves feeling right against my hard muscles. She froze when she felt the hard bulge of exactly how not-fake this was for me.
“Oh,” she gasped, her eyes widening.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice strained. “That’s what you do to me, Paige.”
She straddled my lap with a confidence that made the blood rush south. I groaned, feeling every inch of her heat on top of me. She felt so fucking perfect and warm that I never wanted to let go of her.
Fuck me. I wanted to get rid of her sweats and sink inside her wet heat.
She began to move against me, slowly rubbing herself on top of me. My hands tightened on her waist, wanting her to use me for her pleasure.
“We shouldn’t,” she said, biting her lower lip and rolling her hips.
“Definitely not,” I agreed, my breathing increasing with passing seconds.
“We’re friends.”
“Best-friends.”
“Y-yeah. We definitely shouldn’t since we’re best-friends, right?” I said. “But then why the hell does it feel so fucking good?”
“Maybe we should…” she suggested.
