A wide grin spread across her pretty face. “You’ve been rocking my world since I got here. I would expect nothing less.”
I carried her down the hall to my bedroom and dropped her on the bed, and she bounced the slightest bit, her hair falling all around her. I climbed onto the bed, hovering above her.
“You know you’re my best friend and I love you, right?”
Gracie Reynolds was the only girl or woman outside of my mother that I’d ever said those words to. And I’d been saying them to her for over two decades.
I felt it.
I meant it.
“I know you do. And you’re my best friend and I love you too. Always have. Always will.” She smiled, her eyes wet with emotion.
“Same. And this isn’t too much for you?” I had to make sure. This was Gracie, after all.
She was my person.
The girl I loved most in the world.
I’d never forgive myself if I did anything to fuck this up.
She shook her head no. “You’re my best friend, Cutler. And I want this. I want you. I know it’s not forever, and I’m okay with that because that’s the last thing I want right now. And in our own way, we’re forever. And right now, we’re filling something for one another, and I don’t want to question that.”
My mouth crashed into hers.
Tasting and exploring and claiming.
My hand slid behind her neck, tipping her head back the slightest bit to take the kiss deeper, our tongues tangling in a desperate dance of need and desire.
I’d never wanted anyone more.
Needed anyone more.
I pulled back, kissing my way down her neck.
My fingers moved to the straps of her sundress, and I slid them down her silky skin.
I paused when I realized she didn’t have a bra on, and I pulled the fabric down, tracing over her pretty pink nipples. “If I’d known you didn’t have a bra on, I would have dipped my hand into your dress hours ago.”
“This dress has built-in cups,” she said, a mix of labored breaths and humor.
“Do you know how much I love these tits?” I asked as I leaned down and flicked her hard peak with the tip of my tongue before circling one and then the other.
“Tell me,” she said as she arched her back, making it clear that she wanted more, and I fucking loved it.
I couldn’t get enough.
I made my way down her body, taking her dress, which was pooled around her waist, with me. I slipped it down her legs and dropped it on the floor as I reached for the edge of her white lace panties and slowly removed those as well.
I leaned down and buried my face between her thighs.
I’d done this enough times now that I knew exactly what she liked. I flattened my tongue, pressing it against her core, and slid it slowly back and forth as she groaned.
Her fingers tore at my hair, tugging as she writhed beneath me.
I fucking loved it.
The way she wanted me.
