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Slowly, she takes my hand in hers and lifts them higher, sliding up her torso toward her face before I feel her lips press against my skin. The move catches me off guard, but not as much as when she lowers my hand back down right near the side of her breast. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest as my pulse climbs—because I’m not sure what’s happening right now, but luckily I don’t have to ask.

“I thought of something else you could do for me, Easton.”

My cock twitches as I choke down the restlessness I feel in my body. “I’m listening.”

The sound of her taking in a deep breath prolongs the anticipation of what she’s going to say. “I want you…to touch me.”

I almost don’t recognize my own voice when I reply. “Touch you how, Lennon? You need to be one hundred percent clear with me.”

She brings our hands down over her breasts, slowly across her stomach, and toward the space between her legs—not quite touching her pussy but close enough that I can feel her heat. “Make me come. Please…”

If my cock wasn’t hard as steel before, it sure as fuck is now. “Lennon…”

“You said you would do anything for me, right?”

I did, yet I’m sitting in limbo between what we were, what we are, and what we could become if I do what Lennon is asking.

“Yes, I did.”

Her hand slips mine beneath the waistband of her pants and guides it to her mound so I can cup her over her underwear. And fuck, I can barely breathe. “Then touch me like I’m more than your friend, Easton.”

I brush my nose along her ear, inhaling deeply as I tease the top of her slit with my index finger through the fabric. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes…”

“I’m serious, Lennon. If I touch you, it sure as fuck won’t be like a friend. I’m gonna touch you like you’re my fucking wife.”

She guides my fingers down her slit to her entrance, opening her legs so I can feel her completely soaked underwear. “I want this. I—I want you. So touch me. Please.”

“Jesus Christ.” My lips find her neck as she tilts her head to give me better access to her skin. My fingers explore over the cotton fabric of her underwear, testing the waters, teasing her through the fabric, making my cock grow even harder. “God, you’re wet.” I finally slide my hand beneath her panties and drag my fingers through her velvet-soft skin, drenched with her arousal. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” Lennon props up one leg to give me better access as her breathing quickens.

“Easton, please…”

“There’s nothing I want more than this, Lennon. You’d better fucking believe that.” She sighs as my fingers explore her. “But you have to be quiet,” I whisper in her ear, dragging my finger to her clit and circling the swollen little nub with a light touch.

Her hips buck as she vocalizes her pleasure far too loudly for the situation we’re in. “God, yes…”

I brace myself on one arm and peer down at her, dropping my voice to a whisper. “That’s not being quiet, sweetheart.”

Her eyes fall closed as I work her over slowly. “I’m sorry. It just…” A little moan leaves her lips this time. “It feels so good.”

Sliding my hand lower, I push one finger inside her. She inhales sharply as I press my cock harder against her ass, trapping her between my hand and hips. “You’re so fucking needy, aren’t you?” I gently nibble her earlobe. “But it’s not just anyone you want, is it, Lennon?” Her eyes fly open and meet mine as two of my fingers enter her on my next push. Her lips part on a gasp that makes my ego double in size.

But I can’t look away from her. I won’t—because I want to watch her face when she answers my question. I need to see her desperation and know I’m not alone here. “You want me, don’t you?”

I watch her eyes move back and forth between mine as I work her over, fingering her, pulling out just long enough to drag her wetness up to her clit to give it more attention, and then returning back to filling her with my fingers as I feel her clench around me.

The little nod she gives me is all the reassurance I need.

Thank. Fucking. God.

I keep my gaze locked on hers. “Are you tired of fighting this thing between us then?”

She nods again as her breaths turn quick and shallow while her pussy tightens around my fingers.

“About. Fucking. Time,” I growl, punctuating every word before crashing my mouth to hers while I circle her clit with my thumb and continue fucking her with my fingers. But the second our lips meet, something in me snaps. It’s heated lust threaded with reverence, and when our tongues collide, I have to swallow my own moan.

Part of me can’t believe this is happening, and yet, it’s all I can do to sit in this moment with her—touching her, pleasuring her, kissing her without hesitation.