Page 94 of The Friend Zone

I love that he uses the nickname he gave me when we were in bed together. “Jagger, you need to shut up.”

He rubs the back of his neck, like he always does when he’s contrite. “Ok, sorry.”

“Good, now you need to put those lips to a better use and kiss me.”

He doesn’t let me say it twice. His lips crush mine, softer than I remember them.

Kissing Jagger is always something that makes the rest of the world fall away. His taste, the playful and daring way he explores my mouth, the way he holds my face as if I was this fragile thing.

“I’m still mad at you,” I warn him between kisses. “But I’m also mad at myself. When I saw that text, I knew something wasn’t right. I should have pressed for answers.”

The pad of his thumb strokes the sensitive spot behind my ear. My heart is thrumming so hard that I’m sure he must be able to hear it. “We both made mistakes, but I’m the one who fucked up the most, Bay. I hope you know how sorry I am.”

This time, there’s no way to stifle my smile. “I know. I’m going to do my best to stop being mad at you. It might take a little longer.”

He sighs. “That’s fair.”

“I didn’t say you could stop kissing me, though. Kissing you helps a great deal in the way of getting over being mad at you.”

Jagger must be on a real mission to earn my full forgiveness. He doesn’t kiss me, he consumes me. He takes my mouth like his life depends on it.

His tongue brushes mine with confident, expert strokes; his lips are gentle, his teeth are daring, grazing and nipping at me when our passion flares hotter and brighter.

Before I know it, I’m sitting on his lap and one of his hands finds the globe of my breast over my sweater.

Sensation travels from the place he’s touching all the way down between my thighs and I gasp.

“Sorry, sorry Nova,” Jagger pants, pulling on my lips with his teeth. “You’re so beautiful. It’s easy to get carried away.”

He tries to remove his hand, but I stop him, covering it with mine.

“I love it when you touch me there.” I admit.

“I love your tits,” he murmurs. “They’re perfect.”

His golden eyes are as hot as molten honey, with those bright green flecks sparkling like shooting stars.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” I say, a little lost in those golden depths. “Since you told me about your initiation, I’ve been imagining being in Rosie’s place.”

He closes his eyes. “That’s what I was worried about. I know that was?—”

“Hot. I already told you.”

The hesitation on his face fades away. “Yeah? You really aren’t repulsed?”

I kiss his eyelashes until he looks at me again. “I would like to try it once.”

God, the look of surprise on his face is priceless. “You—you want me to fuck your tits?”

I nod. “I think it would be hot. Especially if I got to watch when you come all over them.”

His next words come out more like a wail. “Fuck, Nova.” he squeezes my breast, massaging it a little less gently than before. “That’s hot. We can do it whenever you want. We could even do it right now.” He accompanies his words by abandoning my breast to lift the hem of my sweater.

“We can’t,” I say, grabbing his wrist to stop him.

“Because you’re still mad at me?”

This time I giggle. “Yeah, that and because you need to go.”

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