Page 31 of Lips of an Angel

“You ever learn how to kiss without drooling everywhere?” he mumbled, voice slurring. He sounded like he was already on his way to sleep.

I gazed down at him. His dark curls fell across my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but remember the exact way it felt between my fingers, the sounds he made as we made out on my bed. How had he never figured out I was madly in love with him?

Billie’s words mocked me.“If he wanted you, he would have you.”

There was only one way to find out.

I braced myself, already planning to blame the alcohol if my next move fell apart.

I nudged him off my shoulder and he looked up, eyebrow piercing raised in confusion. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

After a moment of hesitation, Raleigh closed his eyes. He swayed, the booze clearly having an effect.

I sat there, watching him. Did I really have the balls to do this?

Fuck it.

I swooped in, capturing Raleigh’s mouth with my own. He let out a surprised grunt but made no move to pull away. I swept my tongue across his lips.

Focus, Angel. All I had to do was focus.

I raised myself onto one knee, swinging my other to straddle Raleigh’s lap.Shit, he was hard. I gasped in shock, breaking the kiss.

That’s it…

All I had to do was focus on Raleigh and his rail-hard cock grinding into my ass.

His hands found my hips and he looked up at me, waiting for me to make the next move.

And when Raleigh shifted, rubbing his erection against me, I did.

Chapter 12

RALEIGH

Before Angel kissed me,I was moments away from passing out on his shoulder. The feeling of his lips on mine, however, sobered me right up. And his perfect ass grinding on my dick? That was even better.

I gripped his hips tighter to hold him in place and tilted my head to deepen the kiss. Damn, he’d gotten better—light-years better. His lips predicted my next move before I made it. I shifted my position, sitting higher, and Angel moved effortlessly, his weight balanced to providejustenough friction without being uncomfortable. When I parted my lips, his tongue slipped in to tangle with mine. He shuddered in my arms, clenching my shirt like he was clinging to me for life.

Then he pulled away, gasping for air. My eyes sprang open, and I floundered for something—anything—to say. One of two things was about to happen: Either he would panic and run, or he’d make some smartass remark about me doubting his skills.

Andfuckif he hadn’t picked up some skills over the years.

What I didn’t expect was for him to haul me in for a third kiss, but I happily let him. I didn’t stop to overthink, though I knew that would come in time. He had a boyfriend. We were best friends.

Best friends did things like this, right?

He sucked on my tongue, his own massaging my piercing.

Fuck it. If what we were doing was wrong, then wrong never tasted so right.

Angel whined, and I cupped the back of his neck, cradling his head as I swallowed the intoxicating sounds he fed me. Blood surged between my legs and my cock throbbed against the fabric of my sweatpants. There was no way he didn’t feel it.

We made out on the kitchen floor until we were dizzy and breathless. Only then did Angel climb, his chest heaving as he fought for air.

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