Page 39 of Naughty & Nice

His hands grip the sides of my face and his lips slam down on mine.

Holy shit.

I’m so shocked, I’m frozen in place as he kisses me.

I’ve dreamed about this over and over, tried to imagine what it might feel like, but I never thought it would be like this.

His tongue drags across my bottom lip and I’m powerless but to fall into it with him.

My lips part, granting him the permission he’s seeking, and the second our tongues collide, my body sags against his.

Releasing one side of my face, his hand drops. It starts innocently on my back before it slides lower. My entire bodyerupts with tingles as he drops it to my ass, squeezing gently and pressing me harder against him.

Oh my god.

Hendrix is kissing me.

My tongue is twisting with my best friend’s.

And…

And he is hard as hell between us.

He should be hating me. I just confessed to being with his twin brother. And yet…

“Rix,” I groan when he drags his lips from mine and kisses along my jaw toward my throat.

My fingers twist in his still damp and cold shirt, and I remember why we were in here in the first place.

Pushing the fabric up, I try to force him to take it off. I’m too short to do it all myself. The second he takes over, I start on his sweats, unaware of what I’m really doing and how it looks. That is, until I’ve pushed the fabric over his hips and he takes a step back.

My eyes drop and?—

Oh my god.

I’ve seen Rix in his underwear a million times over the years, but I have never seen Rix in his underwear like this…

His hair is wild as it dries, his cheeks still red from the cold. His body is exactly how I know it to be, but the way his boxers are bulging...

Holy hell, my best friend is packing something I was not expecting. Hoping for, sure, but not expecting.

Time stands still as we stare at each other, me fully covered in one of his massive hoodies, and him on the verge of baring all.

We’ve hit a crossroads.

He might have been the one to finally take the leap we’ve both been too scared of making, but now it’s on both of us.

We have a choice to make.

Stick or twist.

I know what I want.

Reaching for the bottom of his hoodie, I peel it up my body before throwing it to the floor. My skin prickles with awareness. I may not have bared as much to him, but it’s enough for now.

I take a step closer to him and turn so my back is to the bed. As predicted, he follows, his eyes locked on mine.

‘Noelle,’ he mouths silently.

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