Page 123 of Pretend Girlfriend

“There’s nothing wrong with some innocent, accidental cuddling,” I said.

“Nothing wrong at all,” he agreed.

We continued staring at each other.

Just when I was about to get out of bed and end the awkwardness, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. It caught me by surprise, and he pulled away before I could properly kiss him back.

“I just wanted to see how it felt,” he said softly.

“We’ve kissed before,” I reminded him. “A few times.”

Landon shook his head against the pillow. “We’ve kissed. But we haven’t kissed.”

“And?” I asked. “You said you wanted to see how it felt. So, how did it feel?”

“It felt,” he replied, “like I want to do it again.”

We stared at each other for several heartbeats. I held my breath.

Our bodies came together like magnets, lips and chests and legs and arms wrapping around each other. My body was on fire with lust, and he responded with just as much passion as I felt, kissing me hard and rolling me onto my back. I ran my fingers over his chiseled arms while he deepened the kiss with his tongue, grinding into me with his entire body. His hard length was impossible to ignore, a source of heat pushing against my thigh from within his boxers. I imagined it inside of me without any barriers, filling me, fucking me.

“I’ve wanted to do this all week,” he said while bending down to nuzzle at my neck.

“It’s crossed my mind,” I admitted.

“It’s almost been torture, watching you walk around in that bikini,” he growled. “Stretching out on the beach chair. Rubbing lotion on your skin.”

“Mmm, I wasn’t trying to torture you.”

“I’m sick of pretending,” he admitted. “I want you for real. Right now.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“If I don’t have you, I’m going to explode.”

“I want you too,” I responded, meaning every word. “I need you inside me. It’s only sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

His kisses faltered, and he pushed up on his arms to gaze down at me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, reaching for his cock.

He jerked away as if my touch burned him, kneeling back on his haunches. “Joanna…”

I sat upright in bed. “What’s the matter? Was it something I said?”

“I…” He looked at a loss for words. “Joanna, I… you…”

“Spit it out,” I said, more harshly than I intended. “You’re killing my lady-boner.”

It was the wrong thing to say, and I realized it immediately. Landon’s eyes glazed over numbly, and he hopped out of bed and pulled his pants on.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“I can’t do this. Sorry.”

He practically ran out of the room.

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