“And what about that kiss?”
Right about here is where I should remember that Brie is my best friend’s sister and shut things down. But it’s awfully hard to think about Jake with her sitting across from me, looking like everything I’ve ever wanted.
“What about it?” I ask.
“Was that a misunderstanding, too?”
She bites her lip and looks at me with huge, hungry hazel eyes. Her openness, mixed with a hint of uncertainty, shreds any resolve I have left. Fuck it. I’m done resisting this woman. Yeah, she’s my best friend’s sister. And yeah, we’re all wrong for each other. But I want this. So fucking badly. And from the way those hazel eyes are undressing me, so does she.
Suddenly, being across the room from her feels like we’re a million miles apart. I need to be with her. Really with her.
I move faster than I’ve moved in my entire life, and that’s counting the time I miraculously managed not to come in dead last in the fourth grade fifty-yard dash. In a nanosecond, I’ve tossed her purse on the floor and I’m next to her on the couch.
“I wanted to kiss you. Then and now.”
“What’s stopping you?”
I move closer to her on the couch, taking her head in my hands. Her cheeks are soft and warm under my palms. “Because if I kiss you again, it won’t stop there.”
“And that’s a problem—why, exactly?”
“Right now, I can’t think of one damn good reason.”
I lower my mouth to hers. She parts her lips as my head descends, so that when our mouths meet I can taste her breath, sweet and cinnamony from the Fireball I correctly guessed she’d been drinking. She always loved that stuff.
And now I love it, too. Her taste is intoxicating, taunting me to go in for more. I coax her tongue out to touch mine, and it’s like I’ve been zapped by a live wire. I groan into her mouth and slide my hands to the back of her neck, threading my fingers through her thick, chestnut curls.
If I thought our first kiss was explosive, this one takes things to a whole new earth-shattering level. Maybe because we’re both on the same page. We know where things are going this time. And it won’t end with a kiss.
She’s responding to me now with equal fervor, her groans matching mine, the sexy sounds she makes sending my hormones into hyperdrive. Our mouths fit perfectly together and the way she uses her tongue—fuck, that’s hot. She’s breathing hard—we both are—and that’s before her hands get in on the action.
They’re everywhere. Working their way up my forearms to my biceps. Digging her nails into my shoulders through the thin cotton of my dress shirt. Raking through my hair, pulling me tighter to her.
And still it’s not enough. She must agree, because the next thing I know she’s in my lap, straddling me. My semi-hard cock springs to attention, straining against the zipper of my tux pants.
“Is that a cucumber in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
I chuckle as my hands drift down to cup her ass. “A cucumber?”
She smiles back and rocks against the firm ridge of my erection. “Well, you are a vegetarian.”
“I’m flattered. And overjoyed.”
“That makes two of us.”
She initiates the kiss this time, but I have her gasping in seconds, teasing her with lazy flicks of my tongue. She tastes so damn good and she’s so fucking responsive. With her on top of me, I can feel every little twitch and quiver. It’s the biggest turn-on going, and my cock feels like it’s about to split my zipper and burst out of my pants.
I leave her mouth to trace a wet trail across her jawline, down her slender, elegant neck, to her collarbone. I can feel her pulse hammering at the base of her throat, another telltale sign that she’s as into this as I am. That and the way she lets her head fall back, giving me free rein to continue my exploration.
I undo the top button of her shirt and travel lower, toward the soft swell of her breasts. Again, it’s not enough. I slip another button from its hole and nudge her shirt apart with my nose. She smells downright decadent. Her familiar scents of coconut and salt water mixed with something new.
Desire.
“Need this off,” I grumble, freeing a third button. “Now.”
“You first.”
Her hands fist in my shirt and she yanks it out of my pants. We fumble furiously with each other’s buttons, eventually succeeding, our shirts falling to the floor in a heap.
