Page 48 of Love Me

“Let ’em.”

I erase the space between us, my lips settling on hers. Her body immediately softens against me, her hand gripping the lapel of my tux and pulling me closer as our lips move in unison. A sweet little moan escapes her as she opens for me, not needing much more than a slight coax from my tongue at her soft lips. She meets me in the middle, caressing and tangling, our tongues moving together in a gentle caress.

I leave my eyes open and watch as hers close, wanting to burn her facial expression as she finally surrenders into my memory. I throw every bit of feeling I can into this kiss, giving it my all to show her how I feel about her, how I’ve always felt about her.

My hand flexes on her lower back, closing that tiny gap between us, my hand edging down slightly, right to the top of her ass. When she responds by moving closer to me, her breathhitching the moment she feels just how she’s affecting me pressing hard on her stomach, I keep going. To hell with what people think.

I thread my free hand into her hair, more strands falling loose from the bun, tilting her back, deepening the kiss, drinking up every one of her soft mewls. I could stand here and kiss her like this forever. The world around us could burn down and I would stand right here with my woman in my arms, kissing the shit out of her while the flames lick at our feet.

It’s not until I feel Hannah’s pelvis grind against me that the rational part of my brain clicks on and reminds me that we’re at an event and I’m here representing my family’s company, and as much as I want to let her dry hump my leg until she comes, that would probably reflect poorly on all of us, not to mention, embarrass the hell out of Hannah.

Pulling back slowly, I drop several small pecks to her lips before separating us completely. Her eyes are slow to flutter open, searching mine for answers as to how she felt the way she just did. The best part of being in love with your best friend is that you know absolutely everything. I know every single expression, every quirk, the smallest, most mundane actions and twitches—I have them memorized. There’s nothing this girl could hide from me. I know exactly how I just affected her. My chest fills with so much hope.

Instead of letting her freak out, I grasp the back of her head, pulling her to rest on my chest for a moment to compose herself before clasping her hand in mine and leading her back to our table where Carter is sitting with a shit-eating grin.

“Some kiss.”

“Who knew you were a voyeur, creep,” I snap at him as he dodges my slap to the back of his head.

“That was hot, I’d definitely watch if I could somehow block your ugly mug out of it.”

“Anyone need a drink? I think it’s time for a drink.” Hannah excuses herself, rising, and walking quickly to the bar. I watch her until she’s out of eyesight, disappearing into the crowd of other business owners, investors, and philanthropists. I let out a sigh as I turn back to the table, loosening my tie slightly for some extra breathing space. Fuck, I hope she isn’t freaking out right now.

“Surprised you’re still here. Aren’t you usually in a broom closet with some rich, old asshole’s daughter or a waitress or something?”

“Already done it, brother.”

“Fuck, do you have any decorum? Humility?”

“I like to fuck, sue me. You should try it sometime, you uptight celibate fucker.”

“I’m not celibate.”

“You sure as hell aren’t fucking Hannah, based on that kiss.”

I point my finger at him harshly, giving him a look that says not to fucking talk about her like that. Carter puts his hands up in the air defensively. Looking at my watch and seeing it’s after midnight already, I decide to find Hannah and just bounce instead of murdering my brother right here for the governor and his guests to witness. After saying a few necessary goodbyes, Hannah and I take the elevator to our hotel room, where our bags have already been delivered.

I got us a suite, not wanting to assume Hannah would want me in bed with her, even if I’m desperate for it. It has a separate bedroom, a small living room, and an en suite bathroom, plenty of space if that’s what she needs. Hannah takes her bag to the bedroom, silence permeating the air. I know she’s processing how she feels after that kiss, and I’ll give her a moment, but fuck if I’m going to let her retreat.

After the bathroom door unlocks, Hannah comes out innothing but a big T-shirt, makeup removed from her face, hair down and bouncing around her shoulders. She’s so goddamn pretty.

“You take the bed, I’ll crash on the couch, not quite ready to fall asleep yet,” I tell her after I’ve brushed my teeth and taken my suit off, just wearing a pair of loose gym shorts. Hannah’s sitting on one side of the bed, her back resting against the headboard, looking so sleepy and cute. I don’t miss the way her eyes trace over my chest, down my abs to the V at my pelvis.

Walking over to her, I lean down and kiss her forehead goodnight. “Get some sleep, beauty. We’ll be heading home early.”

“I had a great night. Thank you for bringing me,” she whispers as I leave the room, closing the door behind me. I get settled on the couch, not far from where she’s sleeping, just a damn door separating me from who I want to be with. I want a repeat of that damn kiss downstairs, I want her molded to me the way she was when I claimed her mouth, hear her soft little moans, like when she finally let herself go and just feel. She was fucking perfect. That was how I imagined what kissing Hannah would be like. I know it left her stunned, and the look she gave me after told me everything I needed to know. She may be confused right now, but there is no denying that she wanted me, badly. Her brain will catch up, but her body is so in tune with mine, eager to accept whatever I’m willing to give.

After an hour of mindless scrolling on my phone, soft whimpers and the low unmistakable hum of vibrating wakes my dick up, thickening and lengthening to a heavy, thick pipe in my thin shorts. I rub my palm hard against my length to alleviate the ache. There’s no way she’s doing what I think she is. No way she brought a fucking vibrator with her.

Not about to sit out here while she makes herself come, I get up, adjusting my raging hard-on and heading for the onlydamn thing I want. Pushing the door open as quietly as possible, I get my first glimpse of her. The room is dark, but I can see the outline of where Hannah lays on her back, her knees bent and spread open as she slowly runs a vibrator along her center. It’s too dark to make out the details from where I’m standing, but it’s enough to make me lose my mind.

Goddamn, it’s the sexiest vision I’ve ever seen. My mouth waters at the sight in front of me and hell if I don’t want to taste her, bring her to orgasm on my tongue, feel her shake beneath me, and fuck, if she screamed out my name, I’d die right on the spot. I step into the room, refusing to slink around. I want her to know I’m here, I want to see her reaction to being caught.

“Shit, bear!” Hannah snaps her legs shut and jerks up the blanket to cover herself. I don’t bother hiding my disappointment at the loss.

“Don’t stop on my account, beauty.”

Her face pales but her eyes are so glassy, heavily lidded, and full of desire. She’s desperate for relief. Her chest rises and falls rapidly but she’s so damn unsure. I need to fix that. I need her to get used to me, to thinking of me this way. I can be so much more than just her best friend.

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