Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
In the back of my mind, I know this is going to hurt tomorrow…or whenever this all comes crashing down. How can it not when so much is at stake?
But I can’t help the way I feel, the way I’ve felt about my best friend for longer than I’ve ever admitted. And he feels so damn good right now, every hard inch of himself pressing against me as he settles between my thighs.
His kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, all sure strokes and teasing nips. He kisses me like there’s no one else in the world he’d rather be kissing. Touches me like I’m something precious, something desirable.
Paxton draws back, both of our breaths rushed as he looks down at me. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me.” He says it so matter-of-factly I almost laugh.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I admit, knowing he’s doing things to my body I’ve never felt before, and we’re just getting started.
“Still,” he says, grinning at me before he shifts lower, moving down the couch, his powerful hands gliding over my skin as he makes his way to hover between my thighs. “Promise?” he asks, and I can feel the heat from his breath over the lace covering my center.
I look down my body at him, swallowing at the sight. He’s gorgeous, his eyes lust-starved, his broad shoulders pressing my thighs father apart.
“Promise,” I whisper the word, my body shivering with anticipation.
“Good,” he says, grinning at me before he dips his head down, his warm breath washing over me and making me tremble. He shifts, dragging a free hand between my thighs, teasing the lace against my sensitive flesh.
I arch into the touch on instinct, my mind swirling with need.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, working the fabric over my clit in too-light circles. “I’ve dreamed about this, but you’re better than anything I could’ve imagined.”
I want to respond to that, want to tell him I’ve dreamed about this moment a hundred times, but he hooks his fingers into the lace, dragging it down my legs before tossing it to the floor.
And then he licks me.
Right through my heat.
A long, slow, hot lap that sends a bolt of electricity right down my spine.
I gasp, my fingers gripping the couch, my hips arching up, needing more.
“Taste fucking great too,” he groans against me, his tongue dragging through my slit before circling my pulsing clit. “Goddamn.”
“Paxton,” I whimper, my entire body shivering from how quickly he’s winding me up. I’ve never needed someone so badly, never wanted someone in this capacity before. It’s like a hunger only he can satisfy.
He licks me again, plunging his tongue into me, alternating between thrusts of his tongue and circling my clit, the motions making me clench.
“You’re already there,” he groans. “You needy little thing.”
“Omigod,” I breathe the words, unable to respond coherently. Unable to think about anything but the precipice he’s danced me up to. I’m there, on the edge, being held by a fucking string.
Pax shifts a hand between my thighs, gliding two fingers into my wetness, curling them while he tongues my clit. My hips come off the couch, seeking out more of his touch, more of his mouth, begging for the pressure that will set me off—
He sucks me into his mouth, pumping those fingers at the perfect pace, each graze pushing me right over the edge.
Pleasure bursts beneath my skin, warmth cascading from me in waves as my orgasm barrels through me.
“Paxton!” I cry out, unable to contain his name as I come.
His fingers slow, the touch languid as I shiver around them. Shifting up to look down at me, he licks his lips, a confident grin there.
“Tell me you brought condoms,” I say on an exhaled breath.
His eyes flare wide and he visibly swallows.
“I did,” he says, almost like a question.
“Get one?”
“You want that?”
“More than anything,” I say.
His smile deepens and he bends down, kissing the inside of my thigh before he hurries off the couch.
By the time he’s back, I’ve slipped off my bra, and he pauses halfway to me, eyes drinking me in.
For a second, I feel self-conscious. I love my body, but this is Paxton. This is my best friend and he’s seeing me naked for the very first time in our lives.
But he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and it does things to my body, to my heart.
“Pax,” I almost a whine as I eye him and what I can see is very hard beneath his black boxer briefs.
He blinks a few times. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, stepping out of his boxer briefs, his cock springing free.
And holy shit, what a cock it is. Anticipation curls through me at the sight.
He rolls on a condom, stepping toward me. “Do you trust me?”