Page 46 of You, Me, and Forever

I moved forward, taking her hand in mine and placing it over my throbbing erection. “Yeah. I definitely like kissing you. And that’s saying a lot, because I’ve never been big on kissing. I usually get right down to business.”

It was the truth.

But something was different with this girl.

Even from our first night, I’d been cautious with her.

Knowing immediately just how special she was.

“Maybe you like the fact that we’re friends,” she said as I moved to stand between her legs. “Friends who occasionally make out.”

I nodded. I was fairly certain that wasn’t the case. But I wouldn’t say that, because I didn’t want to scare her off by telling her how attracted to her I was.

“Sure. I think it should be our new friendship rule: ‘We make out whenever we want to.’”

“I can get on board with that,” she whispered as her fingers moved along the scruff of my jaw. “You’re only here for a few more weeks, right?”

She was so focused on the timeline. I wasn’t wired that way. But that was probably because I wasn’t a guy who looked for long-term relationships. So, how long I was staying had never been a factor. I traveled a lot. It wasn’t an issue for me.

“Correct.” I nipped at her bottom lip.

“I should probably get going—we’ve got a flight to catch in the morning.” Her gaze searched mine, and I saw the conflict there.

She wanted this.

But she was scared.

And all it did was make me want to comfort her.

“Don’t go.” I buried my face in her neck before pulling back. “No sex, I promise. Just stay with me. And I’ll take you home in the morning to pack a bag. It’ll be practice for our trip.”

She smiled as she thought it over. “Friends have sleepovers. And I did sleep really well the one night I spent here.”

“Because I gave you multiple orgasms, so you were relaxed.”

“Good point. But we weren’t friends then,” she said. “You thought I was a diamond dealer from Chicago. We know more now.”

I scooped her up, and her legs wrapped around my waist. “We definitely know more now.”

I carried her down the hall to my room. She asked to borrow a tee and walked to the bathroom. When she came back, her hair was falling around her shoulders, and her small frame was drowning beneath my white cotton shirt. I didn’t miss the way her hard peaks poked through the fabric, and I tried not to stare.

I’d been with women who wore ridiculously sexy lingerie, yet Montana Kingsley wearing my oversize shirt was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

She jogged over to the bed, and I chuckled as I made my way to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and took off my clothes, stripping down to my black boxer briefs. I gripped the counter of the vanity and stared in the mirror.

What the fuck are you doing?

I flipped off the lights, made my way to the room, and slid into the bed beside her. Her body heat was impossible to miss, and I tugged her closer.

“You’re a little hot tamale,” I teased.

“Well, this bed is pretty cozy,” she whispered. “Thank you for having my back tonight, Myles.”

“I’ve got you.” I wrapped my arms around her as her cheek settled against my chest.

“I know you do. And it means a lot to me.”

Those words hit me hard. I wasn’t used to my actions meaning anything to the people in my life. Sure, I loved my family, particularly my mother and my brother. I worked hard and was proud of the business I’d continued to build.

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