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My throat works as I struggle to form the words, to give voice to the ache that's been steadily consuming me from the inside out. "It's about…wanting what they have. With you."

I finally lift my gaze to meet hers, letting her see the raw longing I know must be written all over my face. "I want you, Nancy. Sogoddamn much it hurts. And watching you with them, knowing that I can never be as close to you as they are. Fucking hell, it's tearing me apart."

I laugh, shocking her. “Scratch that. I want more than what they have with you. I don’t want to be your friend. I want to be able to kiss you and touch you. I’ve held myself back because I don’t want to take advantage of our situation, but I can’t help it anymore, Nancy.”

For a suspended heartbeat, she just stares at me, eyes wide and lips parted on a soft inhale. Then she's leaning in, one hand coming up to cradle my jaw as she presses her forehead to mine.

"Drew," she breathes, and I can feel the puff of air against my lips. "Why didn't you just say something?"

Before I can form a response, she closes the hair’s breadth of distance between us and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. I react on pure instinct, one arm banding around her waist to haul her closer while my other hand tangles in her hair.

Our lips move together with frantic hunger, months of pent-up desire finally given voice in a symphony of ragged breaths and needy whimpers.

She tastes like sunshine and sin, sweet and intoxicating on my tongue as I lick into the warm cavern of her mouth. My whole body feels aflame, nerves singing everywhere her soft curves press against my harder planes.

When we finally part, both panting for air, I rest my forehead against hers once more. "Nancy," I rasp, voice low and gravelly with want. "What are we doing? What will the others think if they find out about this?"

She pulls back just far enough to meet my questioning gaze, a small smile playing at the corners of her kiss-swollen lips. "We'll figure it out. Together. All of us."

I want to ask her what she means by “all of us”, but she's leaning in again, and for now at least, I let myself stop thinking. Stop worrying. I just lose myself in the slide of Nancy's lips against mine and allow myself to hope.

Chapter 14

Drew

Nancy's lips crash against mine, matching the intensity of my own desperate need. Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp in a way that sends tingles racing down my spine.

When we finally part for air, her chest heaving against mine, I'm struck by the fire blazing in her eyes.

The dim light from the lamp in the corner shines across Nancy's face as she looks up at me with those captivating green eyes. My heart pounds in my chest as I take in her soft curves outlined by the knitted sweater she's wearing.

She's always seemed self-conscious about her body, but to me, she's the most beautiful woman in the world. I reach out and gently push a stray lock of her brown hair behind her ear. She trembles slightly at my touch, her cheeks flushing.

"You're so gorgeous, Nancy. Every inch of you."

A faint smile plays across her lips as she holds my gaze. There's a longing there, a yearning I've noticed for months now whenever we're together. Tonight, I'm finally going to do something about it.

Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine. She tastes of cherry lip gloss and something intoxicatingly Nancy. Our mouths move together, tenderly at first, then with growing hunger. One of myhands slips around to the back of her neck while the other finds her waist, pulling her softer form against my harder one.

Nancy lets out a little whimper against my lips. Taking that as encouragement, I deepen the kiss, sweeping my tongue into her mouth. She eagerly meets me, our passion building until we're both starved for air. Reluctantly, I pull back, both of us panting.

"Drew..." she breathes, pupils blown wide with arousal. Her hands roam across the muscles of my shoulders and my chest, leaving tingles in their wake.

Something primal stirs within me at her touch, at the way she's looking at me like she wants to devour me. I capture her mouth again in another searing kiss, backing her up until she's pressed against the wall. One of her legs winds around my hip as our bodies grind shamelessly together.

I tear my lips from hers, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down her slender neck. Nancy arches against me with a gasp. My hands tug impatiently at the hem of her sweater, desperate to get to the soft skin beneath.

She seems to read my mind and quickly strips it off over her head. I drink in the sight of her clad in just a lace bra and shorts now. So much creamy skin exposed, just begging for my lips, my tongue, my teeth.

Groaning, I dip my head and blaze a path of kisses across her clavicle, down to the swell of her breasts straining against the flimsy fabric of her bra. Nancy's fingers tangle in my hair, keeping me anchored against her chest as she squirms and lets out these breathy little pants.

One of my hands skims up the outside of her thigh, my fingers drawing straight lines on her delicious skin. I'm aching to take her, to finally make her mine, but I hold myself back.

I want to savor this, to worship every curve and freckle until she's trembling and incoherent with want. Trailing lower, I drop hot opened-mouthed kisses along the underside of her breasts, feeling her rapid heartbeat against my lips. Nancy keens and arches her back, silently begging for more...

"God, Drew," she pants, "you make me so mad sometimes. But damn it, you're hot when you're all worked up like this."

A ragged chuckle escapes me at that. "Right back at you, love. You're gorgeous when you're handing me my ass."

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