Page 36 of Wild Promises

"Are you sure?" I asked her, knowing that this wasn't something that friends or even roommates did for each other. But her eyes were clear as if she’d sobered up since I initially saw her at the bar.

She licked her lips. "I need this. I need you."

I tried not to let those words permeate my soul because they were exactly what I wanted to hear. I threw aside the washcloth and used my fingers to separate her folds. Her body meltedfarther into the tub, and she moaned as I continued to work her over. When my finger slid inside, I sucked one pert nipple into my mouth. This was beyond what she'd asked me to do, but I couldn't resist. My cock was pressing against the zipper of my jeans, begging to be let out.

I scraped my teeth over one nipple, soothing it with my tongue, then moved to the other. Her hips were moving in time with my fingers that were mimicking what my cock wanted to be doing to her.

I wasn't so lost in the moment that I didn't realize we were crossing a line, one that we shouldn't. This was a bad idea, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Not in the moment. Not when she was still gripping my arm as if she was afraid I'd stop.

I briefly wondered if this qualified as me taking advantage of her, but I had no intention of going further than giving her an orgasm.

I wanted to be the one who took care of her. Her body tightened around me, then arched as she went over. She gripped my arm more tightly, and I continued to move my fingers inside of her through her orgasm.

Her body was flushed a gorgeous pink from the combination of warm water and my efforts. She opened her eyes slowly and let go of my arm. "That was?—"

I removed my fingers from her warm pussy, drying my hands on a towel. "I hope it felt good."

"So good," she said softly.

"I hope you don't regret that in the morning." I held a towel for her as she stepped out and wrapped it around her.

"I might."

"You have nothing to feel guilty about. You needed a release, and I gave it to you."

She turned to face me, gripping the towel. "But we're friends and roommates."

It hadn't escaped my notice that we'd been intimate, but I hadn't kissed her. "It's not a big deal." It was a huge deal for me. But for us, I could ignore it if it meant we could keep our friendship.

Her hand dropped from the towel to my belt buckle. "Can I return the favor?"

I stepped back. "You were drinking. I don't want to do anything more tonight."

Her lower lip protruded.

"I'll get some water." I couldn't be in that room with her after what we'd just shared. It had been a huge step forward for me. I'd enjoyed every minute of it, but would she even remember it in the morning?

10

TORI

Iwoke up with an aching head. I'd had too much to drink last night. I peeked under the covers to confirm that I was in fact, naked. I vaguely remembered taking a bath, and Xander taking care of me. Then I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. Xander took care of me, as in fingered me to an orgasm. I also remembered the scrape of his teeth across my nipples.

Did that really happen, or was it a dream? I'd been imagining Xander touching me for so long; maybe I conjured up the perfect wet dream.

Except the more I thought about it, the more real it seemed. I felt his fingers moving inside me, his mouth on my nipple. The determination in his eyes and the tightness of his muscles. He wanted me too.

Had I screwed everything up? We were supposed to remain friends while we pretended to be in a relationship. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin my friendship with Xander.

I threw off the covers, determined to talk to him. I needed to clear things up. I couldn't let him think that last night was the beginning of something.

My hands shook as I pulled on sweats and a T-shirt, foregoing panties and a bra. I ran my fingers through my hair and stopped in the bathroom to brush my teeth.

There were wet towels on the floor as if I'd just thrown them there after I took my bath. Had I walked naked from the bathroom to the bedroom? Had Xander seen everything? Of course he had. He wouldn't have let me be by myself if I was drunk. He was a good guy.

Had he done me a favor last night? Had I asked for him to give me an orgasm, and he obliged out of a sense of obligation?

My cheeks heated at the idea. I had to talk to him before I lost my mind. I hurried to the kitchen where Xander stood at the stove in a white T-shirt and gray sweats that hung low on his hips. He turned and gave me a wink.

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