Page 91 of Friends Don't Kiss

A flash of black lace draws a stark contrast against her porcelain skin, and I stop the unzipping, frustrating my dick. “Last chance to change your mind, sweetness,” I growl, looking up to her eyes.

She looks back at me, and fuck if I don’t see begging in her gaze. She does the lip licking thing again, totally unaware of what a tell it is and how it drives me so totally wild I could come in my jeans right now.

I drop my gaze to her chest and drag the zipper all the way down. She shakes the thermal off, her nipples pointing through a see-through black top with a lace border and just two thin straps over her delicate shoulders. “Where the fuck d’you get that top, sweets,” I growl, zooming in on her wide areolas.

“You-you don’t like it?”

A semi-maniacal laugh threatens to take over. “I wanna buy the whole store.”

She exhales, bringing my mouth toward her breasts, breathing heavy. “Colt,” she whines, squirming on the counter.

“Where’d you get that?” I repeat.

“Ca-Cassandra’s. Wh—?”

I kiss her breasts through the thing, then slowly peel it off her skin, suddenly conscious of the roughness of my fingers on her as I trace her shapes with my thumbs. She’s thinner than last time I saw her beautiful body. I could tell from her face, but now that I’m seeing it on her body, I’m concerned. She’s working too much. Worrying too much. Hurting too much.

I want to wipe all this out for her. Take care of her, even if she’s the strongest of us. Kissing my way down to her waistband, I hoist and carry her to the main bedroom, upstairs.

thirty-three

Kiara

Coltonstillhashisjacket on when he carries me up to the bedroom, and I can’t say I mind my nipples rubbing against the soft, strong leather. Being half naked in his arms while he’s still in his racing gear might make me want him even more, if such a thing was possible.

“Are you on birth control?” When I nod, he adds, “You want me to wear a condom? I haven’t been with anyone in… over a year.”

Over a year?“No,” I whisper back, suddenly feeling shy.

He hisses and stops on the steps, looking at me. “Never gone skin-to-skin with anyone, Kiara. I need you to know that. You’ll be my first. I want that with you.”

My belly clenches with desire. The way he talks to me, soft and strong and controlling yet respectful—what was I thinking all this time, telling him no?

The fact he hasn’t been with anyone in over a year.

The fact he wants me differently… skin-to-skin.

The way he looks at me—with so much constrained desire, reverence, want, lust—makes me feel eminently more sexy that I am. It gives me the confidence I lack.

Suddenly, I believe everything he says. To my core, I know that he’ll always be in my life. Suddenly, all my hold-ups vanish. I can truly bemewith him.

Because helikesme. All of me. My tiny breasts, my poking bones, my awkward hair.

“God you’re so beautiful, Kiara,” he says, peeling my pants off. “I don’t even know where to start.” He inhales deeply into my center and groans. “Missed your smell, babe. Missed it so fucking much.” He toes his boots off and straddles me, running his hands up and down my body. “This from Cassandra too?” he asks, and before I can answer, herips my panties off my hips, the tearing sound so fucking arousing I buck my hips and dig my fingers in his shoulders.

“Take that thing off,” I say, trying to push his leather jacket off him.

“You don’t like it?” he teases.

“It’s the sexiest thing you own, but I want you naked. Now,” I add in a breath. How long have I fantasized over Colton Harper? And without much to go by, I might add. The man always wears jeans and flannels. Lucky in the summer if you get a glimpse of forearms—last time I checked, very corded and nicely veined.

“Sexiest thing I own, huh?” He drops his jacket to the floor and pulls off his sweater and layers in one smooth behind-the-head grab. “Are you saying this whole racing thing turned you on?” His bare torso is heaving as his gaze roams over my naked body. The barely-there drizzle of chest hair, and the wide expanse of muscles give my heart a mini seizure.

I reach for his jeans. “Like you didn’t know it would.” I wrangle with the belt for a bit. “Though that really wasn’t necessary.” The zipper is tight, my fingers fumbling against the stubborn metal.

“Babe,” he growls, taking over. “Lemme.”

I move my hands along his arms, and my mouth goes dry as he frees his cock, then gets rid of the rest of his clothing.

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