Page 13 of Face-Off with my Childhood Best Friend

“Ah,” he says. “And there was me thinking you’re stalking me.”

“I leave that for you to do,” I say with an arch of a brow.

“Guilty as charged.” He shrugs a shoulder in feigned defeat.

“Stalking or living with your teammates.”

“You know I stalk you.”

I laugh. “It’s a good job you’re not a psycho.”

He laughs. “Not anymore. I’ve cleaned up my act. Oh, and I’ve not lived with anyone since Connor moved out to live with Piper, and Nate hooked up with Chloe, Connor’s sister.”

I nod, my mind reeling. “Okay, I’ll go with you..” I wink. “But only for dinner.”

He grins. “Good girl. I’m glad you’re willing to take a chance on me.”

“We’ll only be eating.”

As he walks forward, his hands clutch my arms, causing me to take step after step backwards, until my back meets the wall.

“I want to do something first,” he says.

Slowly, his hands move up my arms, leaving a trail of tingles, until they softly cup my face, his warm palms embracing my cheeks. Our eyes meet and time seems to stand still for a few seconds before he leans down, his lips softly brushing against mine.

It’s so, so gentle.

It’s as if he’s grasping at the moment, desperately trying to extend the memory. As soon as his eyes meet mine again, he reaches out and presses his thumbs against my cheeks. “Kiss me,” he murmurs. “Just kiss me.”

As he stays silent, his piercing gaze locks onto me, making it impossible to move.

“I’m just asking for one kiss. I want to remember how it feels when you kiss me. When your mouth and tongue are against mine—”

“Then kiss me—” My words are raspy and silenced when he crashes his lips against mine.

It’s so passionate my pussy throbs when his tongue slides along my lips before forcing into my mouth. This is the Oscar I remember. His kisses always left me breathless and longing for more. He was never tender or unhurried with his kisses, always claiming what he craved, and what he craves now is me.

It’s not only overwhelming but also delicious. And with every slide of his tongue, every suck against my lips, I can also feel his heart as his chest presses against mine.

I never expected to feel the way I am.

He feels like home.

One hand slides from my face to my nape and he holds me firm, like he’s scared I’m going to run. As he pulls me towards him, his hand slides down my arm and rests on my waist, sending a shiver down my spine as I feel the evidence of his intense arousal.

I groan into his mouth at the contact as my pussy grinds against him. It’s so wanton. And so public. I’ve never been so rebellious in all my life.

As he pulls back from our kiss, his once vibrant irises now darken to a pitch-black hue, fixed on me. “We need to get away from here.”

I nod. He grabs my hand, and we rush from our hiding place to the cab waiting outside a restaurant. With a firm pull on the handle, Oscar opens the door and motions for me to enter.

He follows me and after he gives his address to the driver; he turns back to me and before I know it; he is trailing fervent kisses across my cheek and down my neck. “You’re mine,” he murmurs against my neck. “You’ve always been mine.”

I want his lips on me again. I never realized how much I missed kissing. Though, I’m not like Oscar. I’ve kissed, but Dominic is the only man since Oscar. But the relationship with Dominic was a secret, helped because I live in Europe and he in Hollywood, making those kisses infrequent. Yes, he would visit me occasionally around the world. Nevertheless, the lack of visits proved I was never a priority in his life.

“You’re mine, Nadia. Tell me.” His voice is so low it’s like a growl.

I nod quickly. Needing to be kissed like that again, so much so, I’ll promise him anything right now. I just want to feel his lips on my skin again. His mouth on mine again.

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