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I lick my lips as I look up at him. “W-why good?”

“Because I’m going to kiss you now.”

Chapter Five

JACE

I've dreamedabout what it would be like to kiss my best friend more times than I care to admit.

But even my wildest fantasies pale in comparison to the reality of her soft lips moving against mine.

Her kiss is sweet and tentative at first, but as I pull her closer, she melts into my embrace, parting her lips to grant me access. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands roam her curves.

I want to touch every inch of her, to memorize the contours of her body with my fingertips. Lindsay's hands tangle in my hair, tugging gently as she matches my fervor. We're both breathless when we finally break apart, our chests heaving in unison.

“Jace," she whispers. "Are you sure about this? We've been friends for such a long time. I don’t want to ruin that.”

"We have been friends for a long time. And now I want more." I cup her face gently. "I'm done pretending I don't feel this way about you." I rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in. My body's on fire, aching to claim her. But I force myself to go slow.

"Tell me you want this too," I murmur. "Tell me I'm not crazy for thinking there could be more between us."

Lindsay's eyes open, meeting mine. There's heat there, and something else - hope?

“You’re not crazy, Jace,” she whispers. "I want you, too.”

And then she's kissing me again, her lips insistent and passionate. I respond with equal enthusiasm. My hands slip beneath her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back as our tongues dance together.

Outside, the storm continues to rage, the wind howling and snow swirling in a frenzied ballet. I pull back slightly, nodding towards the window. "Looks like this storm isn't letting up anytime soon. We might be stuck here for a while."

Lindsay's eyes darken with desire. "Is that so?"

I trail my fingers along her jaw. "Mmhmm. Whatever will we do to pass the time?"

She leans into my touch, her breath hitching. "I'm sure we can think of something."

"How about we make up for lost time?"

Lindsay nods, her hands already working at the buttons of my shirt. "I like the sound of that.

Those two words ignite a fire within me. I capture her mouth in a searing kiss as I walk us backwards towards the bed. My hands find the hem of her sweater and I tug it over her head, revealing creamy skin and a lacy bra.

Fuck, she's gorgeous. My best friend. The woman I've loved for years. And she's here, in my arms, letting me undress her.

I take my time, savoring each inch of newly exposed skin. I want to worship her body, to make her feel cherished and desired. When she's down to just her panties, I lay her gently on the bed, drinking in the sight of her.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, trailing my fingers along her collarbone, down between her breasts. "I can't believe I get to touch you like this."

But when my hand roams over her soft stomach, Lindsay flinches and looks away.

I frown. "What's wrong?"

She bites her lip, avoiding my gaze. "It's just... I know I have a bit of a belly. I'm not exactly model thin."

My heart aches at her words. How can she not see how breathtakingly beautiful she is? I take her hand gently and guide it to the straining bulge in my jeans, letting her feel how hard I am for her.

"Baby, feel what you do to me," I growl, pressing her palm against my rock hard cock. "I have never been more turned on in my life than I am right now, with you."

Lindsay's eyes widen as she explores the contours of my cock through the denim. I groan at her tentative touch, my hips rocking involuntarily into her hand.

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