Page 62 of Secret Love

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it—”

Dani kisses me. Her warm lips cradle my own, guiding them to blend just like I taught her how. All those times we snuck off together as teenagers after that damn day at the pier are nothing compared to the rush pulsing through me now. It’s a quick kiss, barely even a few seconds long, but it feels like a sublime hour of bliss.

She pulls an inch away and stares up at me with wide-open, doe-like eyes. Her chest rises and falls against mine, the feel of it sparking fire through my gut.

Fuck it.

I kiss her. I fucking kiss her.

And the entire world turns black.

I cup her face as her hands come to rest on my sides. Heat radiates off her skin. I slide my thumb along her bottom lip. It feels so soft and smooth against my fingers, just like it did five years ago. I think to stop this but the temptation of her takes over.

I can’t make myself stop tasting her. Our lips purse and press, twitch and quiver. Her body turns to jelly in my arms. She touches my back and it’s like fireworks shooting up my spine.

“Come to bed with me, Fox,” Dani whispers. “Please.”

Fuck. This is really happening again.

I’ve pictured this moment a thousand times before. Every night for years, I’ve lied in bed and thought about what I’d do if I ever had her alone again. I’d kiss every inch of her alabaster skin. I’d taste her long enough to quench my thirst for her. I’d fuck her until we both turned numb.

Dani entwines our fingers, gently guiding me toward the bed with her. I follow with heavy feet, feeling all my blood rush south. She sits down on the edge of the bed and releases my hands. With her eyes on mine, she flicks the buttons on her shirt, slowly revealing the small crevice between her breasts all the way down to her panties. Passion radiates down my spine, fueling the urge in my groin. It rages for her, begs for me to take her.

Dani leans back, shirt open and body exposed, and waits.

I lick my lips, but something in me holds back. The fantasy of a million men lies before me, wanting me to touch her, to fuck her, to have my way with her, but all I can think about is how wrong it is.

If she knew what tomorrow will bring, she wouldn’t want this tonight.

If I had known how much loving her would hurt, I never would have touched her in the first place.

I can’t put us through that again.

I won’t.

---