Page 9 of Fallen Ink

“Just tell me. You got me all curious.” He ran his towel through his hair, and she couldn’t help but watch the way the muscles in his arms bunched at the movement. Her best friend was damn sexy and, apparently, she needed to get laid because she couldn’t keep her mind off him.

Nothing good could come from what she was going to say next, nor the directions of her thoughts but, apparently, the cold had rattled her brain.

“I was thinking that I haven’t had sex in over a year.” She paused, but he just looked at her, his eyes wide. “And that it’s been so long, that you’re looking really hot all wet and bearded.”

He didn’t say anything, his gaze on hers. She was really afraid she’d just fucked everything up. All she had to do was laugh it off and make it a joke. Tell him that she was just kidding and wanted to make him squirm.

But she didn’t say anything.

Couldn’t say anything.

And he didn’t say anything either.

Instead, he tilted his head, making her feel like she’d ruined everything.

And then he kissed her.

Hard.

Chapter 4

Mace was making a fucking mistake, and he didn’t care. Adrienne tasted like sin and seduction, and he knew if he stopped kissing her, he’d let his mind wander to what the hell he was doing, and he’d fuck up everything even more.

So, he kept kissing her.

And then he took it deeper.

His fingers tangled in her hair, and she slid her hands up his chest, digging into his flesh. Their moans were lost in the wind and rain outside as it beat down on the bathroom window, and he couldn’t help but explore her mouth.

He’d thought about doing this countless times; thought about tasting her, having her. He’d imagined himself licking up her neck and down between her breasts before devouring her everywhere else. He’d thought about how she’d arch into him as he plunged into her, and they’d both come, panting and sweaty.

He’d thought about all of it because he’d been attracted to Addi from day one, but had never wanted to hurt their friendship. That was still the case because she was the most important adult in his life, the strongest relationship he had with another person besides Daisy.

So why was he still kissing her?

Mace was about to pull back when she leaned in closer, her breasts pressing into his chest. And when her hands slid around to his back to cling to him, he knew there would be no getting out of this mistake just then.

They’d deal with the consequences later because that’s what they did. They were strong enough to deal with anything, and right then, all he wanted to do was bury himself inside his best friend and never stop.

So, he didn’t.

He licked and nibbled up her jaw, loving the way she arched her neck for him in response. He couldn’t reach all of her shoulder, and he wanted nothing more than to taste every inch of her skin, so he pulled back and tugged on the bottom of her shirt. She blinked up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes then helped him strip the garment over her head.

That still left her in a tank, where he could just barely glimpse some delicate lace that made his mouth water.

“Why the fuck are you wearing so many clothes?”

“Because if I wear this bra under just a cotton shirt, you can see all the bumps from the lace, and I’m really not in the mood to deal with dude bros trying to wonder what the hell is all over my tits.”

He shook his head and pulled her tank off quickly before leaning down and sucking one lace-covered nipple into his mouth. Her head fell back, and she moaned, her hand in his hair, pressing him closer to her.

“Now I’m the one all over your tits,” he teased then moved to her other breast.

She gave a laugh that ended on a groan as he slid her bra down slightly so he could bare her breast.

“That was hor—“ A lust-filled gasp. “A horrible joke. Like the worst, ever.”

“Then let me make it up to you.” He sucked on her other breast, reaching around her back to undo her bra clasp with one hand.

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