Page 6 of Loving My Brother's Best Friend

"I've had a crush on you since the seventh grade."

"What?!"

"It's true," she says. "You were the first boy who ever paid attention to me. You didn't treat me like a child. You treated me like a real person. Of course, I was just a kid back then, and we were friends, so I had to put the crush aside. But seeing you again has brought a lot of feelings back."

I stare at her. "I've been attracted to you since the moment I started noticing girls, but I've never thought you'd be interested."

"Why?"

"Because I'm Ryan's friend."

"You're my friend too, aren't you? I know we weren't as close, but I always thought..." She trails off, biting her full bottom lip, and tries again. "Look, if the only thing stopping you is him, well, then that's the easiest fix in the world."

"Natalie," I start, but she silences me with a finger pressed against my lips.

"Just pretend he doesn't exist and kiss me."

So I do, and the whole world disappears.

Her mouth is soft, and so is the kiss, at least in the beginning. I savor the taste of her, head spinning when I feel her tongue pressing against my lips, begging entrance. I let her in, and the kiss turns heated, passionate, and all-consuming. My hands slide over her back, one sliding into her braided hair and cupping her head. She sighs in happiness, rising to her toes to kiss me better, her arms coming around my neck.

Kissing Natalie is like falling into a black hole. The gravity of her is going to pull me in and never let me go.

The thought should terrify me. Instead, I'm thrilled.

Her hands clutch my shirt, and I wish I could feel her bare skin against mine. Her body is soft, her curves lush. It's been a long time since I've been this close to a woman, but I want her like I've never wanted anyone before. I want to make her scream, make her moan, make her come apart at the seams. It's been ten damn years since I've laid eyes on her, and I have a lot of lost time to make up for.

I groan into her mouth as she bites my lower lip and pulls it between her teeth, tugging gently before releasing. The motion makes my cock ache. She tastes like plum wine, and she's about to snap the leash on what little self-control I have left.

"Natalie," I whisper, nipping her ear. She shivers. "You're sure?"

"Yes," she says, kissing her way down my neck.

Fuck. Her lips on my skin are electric, and I feel them all over, right to the base of my spine. My cock is so hard it's almost painful, and when her fingers start at the buttons of my shirt, I let out a groan. I've only seen the main room of the apartment, but the bedroom shouldn't be too hard to find.

Too bad neither of us has the patience for that.

I slide my hands down her back and cup her ass, lifting her up and bringing her over to the kitchen table. She squeaks as I set her down on the edge, my body moving between her thighs as I pull her against me.

"Ethan," she squeals. "What are you doing?"

"What I've wanted to do since you sat down at my table earlier."

"Oh."

I've got my hands on her hips, my thumbs circling the bare skin where her dress has ridden up. I'm standing between her thighs, close enough that she has to spread them wide to fit my hips. Her face is flushed, and her lips are pink and swollen from our kiss.

She's so fucking gorgeous.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper, leaning down to brush my lips over her cheek.

She sighs, turning her head and kissing me lightly. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Is that right?" I kiss her harder, teasing my tongue along the seam of her lips until they part for me. She's going to make me come undone before we even get to the good part.

I cup the side of her face, kissing her deeper. She kisses me back, her nails lightly grazing over my chest. My body shudders, cock throbbing at her touch. I reach over to tug the hem of her short dress. She lets go of me for a moment to lift it off and toss it aside, and my breath catches.

Her bra is dark green lace, and her tits are perfect—soft and round, with dusky pink nipples peeking through the fabric. I run a finger down between them, loving her gasp. "You like this, Natalie?" I ask. "You like it when I touch you?"

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