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“If she outright tells me she doesn’t want to be my friend…then what? I’ve known Sierra since fourth grade.”
“You can make new friends. Maybe it’s something you two can work through.” He reached out and stroked my hair making me shiver inside. His touch was so gentle. “Promise me tomorrow you’ll confront her about this shit and get to the bottom of it. You have enough on your plate without having to worry about the state of your friendship.”
“And yet here I am worrying.” I groaned and flopped backward on his soft bed. I wanted to melt into the mattress. It was so luxurious.
“Hey, let’s turn in for the night okay? We’ll tackle everything in the morning. It’s not like the problems are going anywhere.” He slid back in bed and pulled back the blankets on his side.
“Can I sleep in here?” I quizzed, standing to my feet.
There it was. The look I was hungry for.
His eyes mapped out my face first, lingering on my eyes then they dropped and slipped over my body. I wanted him to say yes so badly I was holding my breath.
He didn’t answer with words but he nodded at me, confusion turning his eyes darker. I wet my lips with my tongue and pulled back the blankets before sliding my legs against his cool sheets.
I moved closer to him, inching backward until my back connected with his impossibly hard chest. “Get some rest, Shortcake.” He kissed the top of my head and like clockwork, his arm hooked around my waist.
I was safe.
I was at home.
My stupid heart flailed around in my chest erratically the longer he held me. I wiggled around trying to calm myself but it was no use. My mind was insistent upon thinking about how much I wanted to touch Kane in ways I shouldn’t have.
I pushed my ass back until I was flush with him. I couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not but his breathing was steady and soft so I was assuming he was out. I slid my fingers along the back of his hand. Even in the dark, I saw specks of paint he missed in the shower. I traced them and moved up his forearm.
Why was this man driving me insane? I craved the taste of him. I still played out the kiss we shared on my sixteenth birthday on a loop and prayed it happened again. Not just for the rush it gave my body, but because in that moment I felt connected to someone who cared about me.
I moved my hand away from his in an attempt to shut off the fantasies traipsing through my mind. All my futile attempts fell to nothing when Kane’s sleepy hands slid down to my hips. My heart leaped into my mouth pressing against the roof, beating so furiously my eyelids throbbed. I was burning up. Flames touched the base of my neck, slow crawling up my earlobes before settling across my forehead in a blanket of pins and needles.
I rubbed my hand over my breasts through the thin stretchy cotton of my shirt imagining my hands were Kane’s. Even the thought made my most private spaces turn wet and slick.
This was wrong.
I shouldn’t have been pinching and rolling my nipples while his hands were on my hips. After a while, I couldn’t help myself. I needed to release the pent up sensation filling me up. I knew the only way to make that happen was to touch myself. With a dry mouth, I eased my hand beneath the waistband of my shorts and between my thighs.
Fuck.
I’d never been so wet before. All the times I’d touched myself and thought about Kane in the past didn’t compare to touching myself while he slept right beside me. It dulled in comparison to the aches driven deep inside me right then.
My fingers sought out my needy clit and rubbed it in slow but urgent strokes. My other hand slid back and forth over my peaked nipples. They were so hard, I almost whimpered. God, what I would give to feel Kane’s mouth on me.
My hips rocked involuntarily the closer I got to coming. My lips trembled and my breathing sped up. I moved faster and faster, swaying my hips.
I teetered on the edge of my climax…
Then I felt it.
It was so stiff and thick pressing against my ass that I couldn’t trick myself into thinking it was all in my head if I wanted to. Nobody could ignore that kind of rigid pressure.
Kane’s hard dick was stabbing into me from behind. It pierced the bubble swelling at my core and I melted into a soul-rattling orgasm that stole my breath my sight and any other senses I thought I possessed.
I came so fucking hard.
Breath refused to fill my lungs.
Heat refused to leave me.
My heart refused to slow down.
