Page 60 of Fast & Reckless
He tightened his arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer into his side. “I hope you know by now that I’d never do something so shitty to someone.”
She laid her head down on his chest again. “I know that, Will. You’re—”
You’re perfect.That’s what she wanted to say. But it seemed like too much, especially now when she’d been crying all over him for an hour.
So she pressed her cheek against his chest instead, and whispered. “You’re one of the good ones.”
Her eyes felt hot and swollen with tears. She blinked against them, sighing with contentment as his chest steadily rose and fell under her cheek. He felt warm, and safe, and …
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Will turned his head and his cheek brushed against something warm and soft. He opened his eyes. Mira’s hair. Mira’s dim hotel room, Mira’s head on his chest, Mira’s small body breathing slowly and steadily next to him as she slept, Mira’s leg draped across his.
He rarely slept—actuallyslept—with another person, and he sure as hell didn’t cuddle. If he went to bed with someone, he usually got her out of there shortly after the fun stuff had concluded. Not that he’d done that in a while. It had been ages, now that he thought about it.Not since…
Mira sighed in her sleep. Not since this had started. Whateverthiswas.
He reached down and eased his phone from his pocket, checking the time before he set it on the bedside table. Two thirty. This felt … nice. He wanted to close his eyes and sink back to sleep, pressed up against her warm body. But would she freak out when she woke up in the morning and discovered they’d spent the night sleeping together?
Just then, she shifted. Her hand contracted, gripping his waist, sending a zing of awareness through his body,as he imagined her doing that intentionally when she was wide-awake. Then she lifted her head and peered up at him through a tangle of blond curls.
She looked rumpled and adorable and hot as hell.
“Hey,” he murmured.
“Hey,” she whispered back.
He was half expecting her to scramble off the bed, to start babbling excuses, then chase him out of her room. She didn’t. She just looked back at him, with something he couldn’t quite define in her expression.
Raising his hand, he brushed her hair out of her face, tracing the shape of her cheek as he did. “Want me to go?”
Her big green eyes stayed fixed on his for another long moment as she considered. Something changed in her eyes. All that misery from earlier had faded away in her sleep, to be replaced by … something that looked like hunger. Slowly she shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to go.”
Then she pushed herself up on her elbow, leaned in, and kissed him.
He froze for a beat, overwhelmed by her sleep-softened mouth on his, and the press of her breasts under the thin layer of her dress against his chest. Then her lips moved, a sweet sensual caress of his, and everything in him woke up, suddenly, painfully alert. His hand, which had been hanging uncertainly in the air, found its way into her hair and he kissed her back.
But just before they’d fallen asleep, she’d said he was one of the good ones. And a good one should not make a move on his friend when she was emotionally wrecked.
“Mira,” he whispered against her mouth. “Are you sure?”
She lifted her head enough to look him in the eye. “I’m tired of denying myself something I want so much,” she said, before pressing her lips to his once again.
When she kissed him this time, he didn’t stop her or hold back in any way. He took her face in his hands and returned the kiss, letting himself indulge in the heat of her mouth. When she tipped her head to catch a breath, he rolled over, pushing her onto her back, and he kept kissing, dropping one on each dimple, and more along her jaw and down her neck, reveling in her startled gasp and the way her fingers fisted into his hair. God, he’d wanted her like this for so long. His pulse was pounding with need, but he didn’t want to rush it. Not now, when he had her at last.
His fingers found the thin silky strap of her dress and he toyed with it, tugging it tight against her shoulder and then releasing, as he drew his tongue through the shallow hollow at the base of her throat.
Mira moaned, a soft sound of sensual delight, and then she dropped her shoulder, sending the strap of her dress slithering down her arm. Such a small gesture, but his cock pulsed in response, at the sight of her bare shoulder, and at the promise of more.
Pushing himself up on one elbow, he reached for the other strap. He met her gaze briefly, checking in that she was okay to go further. Her lashes lowered as her teeth caught her kiss-swollen bottom lip and she nodded. Slowly, he slipped the other strap over her shoulder, and kept dragging, watching as the silky black fabric slid down her chest, caught briefly on her hardened nipples, and then down her rib cage. He stopped when it was nothing but a pool of fabric around her waist.
He’d been right earlier. No bra. Fuck.
He let out a strangled sound, somewhere between an exhale and a grunt, as he gazed down at her breasts, pale, perfectly shaped, rosy-tipped.
“Mira …”
Smiling, she took his hand in hers and raised it, settling it over one breast. The gentle weight felt perfect in his palm. He squeezed, then rolled her nipple between his fingers, and she let out another soft moan of pleasure, arching her head back, with her eyes closed. He was so hard he felt like he might die.
