Best Friends Don't Kiss(72)

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything as bad as I want him right now.

Brown eyes stare up at me, their depths an endless pull of desire and passion and adoration and need. Lips hover mere inches from where I ache, where I throb, and a tremor rolls through my body.

“Please.” My voice is needy and desperate, and I move my hips forward, showing him, begging him, giving him permission.

“You’re so beautiful to me,” he whispers, his warm breath brushing across the apex of my thighs and causing that deep, aching throb to intensify.

With trembling fingers, I reach out to place my hands on either side of his face. And he just looks at me. Really looks at me. I feel no hesitation—no doubt. It doesn’t matter that there’s no turning back. I just want him to see me and touch me and taste me and feel me.

The room is quiet, and each heady breath that escapes my lungs feels slow and fast at the same time. Want morphs into need, and I have to shut my eyes and force myself to breathe through the agonizing ecstasy.

And then, like lightning, he acts. Hands gripping my ass, he yanks my body forward and presses his mouth against me.

Holy hell. Yes.

The shaky anticipation turns into trembling, sweet, sweet relief.

His tongue sneaks out past his lips, and he takes a taste.

Then another.

Then another.

And he keeps doing that until he starts up a rhythm that urges my head to fall back and my chest to move up and down with puffing breaths.

His big, sturdy hands reach up and grip my breasts, but he never stops tasting me, licking me, eating at me.

Oh fuck.

Delicious pressure builds and intensifies, and Luke doesn’t stop until my whole body explodes with the kind of orgasm that only exists in fucking fairy tales and fantasies.

My eyes roll back, and my entire body vibrates with each pleasurable wave that crashes over me.

I am no longer in my bedroom. I am no longer on Earth.

I now exist in another dimension that I never want to fucking leave.

I don’t know how gets me there, but somehow, he manages to ease me back onto the bed. His body hovers over mine, and his hands caress my cheeks. And he just stares down at me with a look that is so intense, so full of affection, it’s like his heart has migrated into his eyes.

He presses gentle kisses to my lips and cheeks and forehead, and eventually, I am back on Planet Earth, back in my bedroom.

Somehow, though, it’s not enough.

I need more.

I need him. All of him.

I tug at his shirt until I get it over his head, tossing it on the floor.

My fingers are persistent, undoing his leather belt, then the button and zipper of his jeans. “I want to feel you,” I whisper, and he obliges, standing up to remove his jeans and boxers.

And then he’s right there, hovering over my body again, his skin bare of any clothes.

My gaze consumes him as I let my fingers discover every firm plane and rippled valley. Naked Luke just might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

He is big and firm and strong…everywhere.

His cock is hard and aroused and it juts out from his body, and I can’t stop myself from reaching down and running my fingers against him.

A deep, sexy groan escapes his lips, and it only emboldens me further. With my fingers wrapped around him, I move my hand up and down and up and down, and I don’t stop until he can’t take it anymore. Eyes blazing, he wraps his arms around my waist and flips us over so that he’s lying on his back and my thighs straddle his hips. The tip of his cock presses right there, against where I am downright longing for him.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, and his eyes meet mine. “And whatever it is, I’ll do it, Ava.”

“Luke,” I say, his name a moan on my lips. “Please no more teasing,” I beg him. “I want you inside me, and fuck, I want it to happen right now. And I don’t want anything between us. I just want to feel you. All of you. Every single blessed inch.”

“Fuck, Ava.” My words urge a deep, raspy groan from his lips.

“I’m on birth control,” I whisper in a rush, pleading my case on a ramble. “And I’m clean. So clean. Like, so clean, I might as well shave my head and call myself Mrs. Clean.”

What on earth are you even saying? I silently wonder to myself. And for the love of everything, don’t try to curtsy on his cock.

“I know you are,” he whispers back, pulling me out of my messy, bumbling thoughts. For the briefest of moments, as his eyes search mine, an amused smile consumes his lips, but just as quick as it came, it leaves his mouth and his eyes turn hot and fiery.

He grips my hips and slowly guides my body so that just the tip of him presses inside me. Instantly, a moan shoots out of my throat and my hips quake against him. But his movements somehow manage to stay precise and meticulous.

His eyes blaze.

And then, he pushes himself All. The. Way. In.

He’s pressed to the hilt and filling and stretching me in the most delicious way, and I’m pretty much done for after that. The instant pleasure-filled gratification overwhelms me. More moans push from my lips, and with greedy hands, I grip at his chest as my body’s movements become erratic and unsteady.

Luke takes the lead, steadying my body and gently turning us over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, and thank everything, his cock stays inside me the entire time.