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“Let’s get you out of this, princess.” Once it’s open, he slides the soiled hoodie down my shoulders.

His fingers brush down my shoulders as he takes the garment off of me.

Goosebumps erupt in the wake of his touch, and I suppress a shudder.

Neither of us talks for a long moment, once my hoodie hits the floor. I’m a little lost in the gray depths of his eyes until they leave mine to focus on my lips.

I think he wants to kiss me. My heart is about to explode at just the idea. I’ve been wanting to kiss Ares since the night we met two years ago, when he walked me back to my room after the beach party.

The pad of his thumb skims my cheekbone, dragging its way down to my bottom lip. “The things I want to do with you, princess,” he whispers. “Aren’t appropriate for people who should be just friends. Or siblings.”

I don’t care. “Good that we really aren’t siblings, then.” My voice comes out a little breathless. “And there are many kinds of friendships.”

His thumb moves to my jaw, his fingers brushing the back of my neck. “What about Chance and Lev?” he asks.

“They’re ok with me figuring out things with you, too.”

Ares’s jaw ticks at my words. “They’re fucking crazy. And I must be too for not taking you straight home.”

I’m about to ask him what he means, but he closes the rest of the distance between us.

My first thought when his lips touch mine is that they’re even softer than I imagined.

After the first brief, fleeting contact, Ares pulls on my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth.

I open for him, and he deepens the kiss.

Our tongues tangle together, and it’s clear he knows what he’s doing. He explores my mouth with expert strokes, massaging my lips with his, his fingers tangled into my hair.

My second thought is that his kiss is hot, but… sweet. Way sweeter than I expected from tough, silent Ares.

Where Chance is passionate and wild, Lev is skilled and playful, Ares kisses with a soft reverence I would have never expected.

But that doesn’t make his kisses less intense, nor less exciting.

My arms surround his neck, just the fabric of my tank top separates my skin from the smooth warmth of his naked chest.

My thighs are at either side of his chest, straddling him.

Liquid heat pools between my thighs, and my clit throbs almost painfully. I’m still a little sore from last night, but my body is sending me unmistakable signals that I want Ares. I don’t care if I’m sore.

As far as signals are concerned, Ares’s body is in on the plan; at least judging by the steely hardness pressed against my center.

I grind against his hard-on, totally shameless. I want Ares to know that I want him, just as much as I want Chance and Lev.

“We should slow down,” he pants, nipping at my bottom lip.

“You’re right.” I agree, grinding against him even harder.

His hand closes over the globe of my breast, massaging my soft flesh, his thumb finding the hard point of my nipple. He teases it through the fabric of my tank, with the same slow circles I want him to rub elsewhere.

“Fuck,” he groans, biting my bottom lip again, but diving in for another hot, soul stealing kiss. “I don’t think I can slow down, princess. Maybe you should go sit on the other end of the couch.”

I graze his nipple with my nails. “Why would I do that? I like it here.”

“Princess, we’re really bad at this friendship stuff.” He chuckles, lifting the hem of my tank, and running his fingers along the waistband of my leggings.

“I disagree.” I argue. “I think we should?—”

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