Her heat surrounding me forced me to hold back. I was ready to explode, but I contained myself. Once my erection was fully in her, I groaned as she tightened around me.
"You belong to me," I whispered into her ear. "Come for me."
As our hips moved in a steady rhythm, her body buzzed underneath me. Her breathing quickened in my ear with soft moans of excitement. I couldn't contain myself anymore. I thrust quicker and she held onto me tighter, pressing her body against mine and digging her fingers into my back.
Her body tensed again as a gasp turned into a long moan. Her body shook, tightening around me even more, and sending me over the edge until my release.
I held her, unmoving, while we caught our breaths. I moved onto my side then kissed the top of her head as I held her. I couldn't imagine a more perfect time than lying there with her.
Why had I taken so long to say anything to her? Now wasn't the time to think about that. I didn't know what would happen in the morning, so I had to make the most of right now.
I kissed her shoulder as my hand caressed her hip.
"Before this night is done, every one of your freckles will be kissed or licked by me," I said.
She laughed. "I'd like to see you try."
"Challenge accepted."
As I kissed her collarbone, I thought of all the ways I was making her mine that night.
* * *
This is a first,I thought.
Usually I was gone by now. It didn't matter how much I thought I was in love with whatever woman I was with, my goal was always to get out of there as quickly as possible and sleep in my own bed. Tonight was different.
Tonight I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay and listen to Becca's steady breathing. I wanted to count the freckles on her nose that I could see now that her make up had faded.
What was I doing? Why was I still there? I was young, I should be out banging every woman I could get my hands on. But somehow none of them mattered since I started seeing Becca differently.
She was the cream in my coffee, the yin to my yang. And man did my yang enjoy her yin.
I laughed to myself as I propped myself up on my elbow. The moonlight caressed Becca's body, highlighting her curves in a way I had never seen them before.
Everything about last night was a first. But while I kept thinking I wanted more firsts with her, something in the back of my mind said I'd be better off running.
There was a reason I never had a serious relationship. Had I been in love before? Of course. Definitely.Maybe. Maybe I just thought my dick wanting a warm place to hide was love. Maybe what I thought I felt wasn't love at all.
All I knew was that what I felt for Becca was another first for me. And it was one I didn't want to end.
Becca rolled over and snuggled into me. I closed my eyes as I breathed in the familiar lilac scent in her hair and held her close.
I didn't want the morning to come. The new day meant things might be back to normal between us. I didn't want that. For me, Becca would never be just my friend again.
Chapter Eight
Becca
Iwoke up to the smell of French toast, my favorite breakfast. For a second I thought maybe one of my neighbors was cooking, but when I realized I was naked, everything from last night came rushing back.
Why did I sleep with Gideon? Have I no self-control?
Having a woman for a best friend was much easier. I never thought about sleeping with Cassie or Sandra. Maybe my problem was that I got along better with men than women. I blamed growing up with Uncle Mack for that.
I quickly got dressed and went downstairs, where I found Gideon cooking wearing nothing but his suit pants. The sight of his rippled arms made me salivate even more. As I remembered the weight of his lips against mine, I smiled.
That is not how you look at your best friend!
