Page 57 of The Best Friend Power Play

He shuffles closer, runs his thumb down my cheek, brushing it ever so softly over my lower lip.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Hannah?"

"I am." My heart flutters with anticipation. "Hot girl summer rules, remember?"

He cups his big hand around my neck, leans in closer, and smiles. "If it feels good, do it."

"Uh-huh."

"Well then, you'll have to tell me, Hannah. Does this feel good?"

Our lips meet, and I instantly have my answer.

Heck yes, this feels good. Really, really good.

But I'm not going to break the kiss to tell him that. Do I look like an idiot? This might be my only chance to experience what my best friend's kissing game is like.

And his kissing game, much like his hockey game, is exceptional.

Smooth. Intuitive. Well-paced.

He waits for my lips to part before deepening the kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, sending warm tendrils of pleasure shooting up and down my spine.

He's gentle, yet strong.

Powerful, but not cocky.

And so deeply masculine it's…it's intoxicating.

I drive my fingers into his thick curls, determined to savor every single second of this unexpected moment.

"Well?" he asks when we break apart.

"Well, what?" I croak.

His dark-brown eyes are gleaming with an intensity I've never seen before. "Did that feel good?"

"It was…okay."

"Just okay?"

I suppress my smile as I snatch up the remaining pillows between us and start flinging them off the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

I wait until the bed is completely pillow-free before answering. "I may have known you my entire life, but I realize I don't know your position on one very important matter."

He frowns. "What's that?'

"Snuggles."

"Snuggles?"

"Yes. Are you for or against?"

His frown vanishes, replaced by a wide grin. "For. Very for."

"Good. And because I don't want to assume anything, I have to ask—big spoon or little spoon?"

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