Page 160 of From Best Friend to Bride
The tiny pieces of her scattered through my veins, spreading through my body, threading that bitter ache of desolation through every cell of my being.
“I’ll give you what you want,” Fred said, slowly walking towards me. He stopped just in front of me and gripped my chin, forcing my face upwards.
“Thank you,” I whispered as our eyes met.
“But I’m not giving you the fucking annulment papers.”
I swear, that was the very moment his tightly wound restraint snapped.
“Wha—”
His lips fell to mine, silencing me before I could finish. Answering me, too, because my question was going to be, “What do you mean?” and his actions were pretty bloody clear.
Still, I squeaked in surprise. He responded by pressing his body against mine, pinning me to the door, and cradling my head until his fingers were knotted in my hair. I gripped his shirt, feeling the soft cotton against my trembling fingers.
Oh.
He was kissing me.
Like hewantedme.
And this—this feeling of safety, of comfort, of beinghome, is what I was missing all along.
He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. “Tell me you want this,” he murmured. “Tell me clearly. Because there’s no going back once I fuck you, Delilah. We’ll never be able to be friends again.”
My heart, already racing, thundered even louder against my ribs. “I don’t want to be friends, Fred.”
“What are you—”
I tilted my head and pressed my lips to his neck. “I want this. I want you.”
His hands, usually so steady and calm, trembled against my head as a strangled groan rumbled in his throat. “And you… You won’t regret this?”
“No. I’m too greedy for regrets.” I brushed my lips down the column of his throat. “I want to know all of you. Every side.Everything you’ve ever kept hidden from me… I want to see it all.”
“Deli…” He hissed out a breath when I loosened my grip on his shirt and let my fingers tickle across his stomach.
“You’re my best friend. You’re my husband. You know how I feel about things that are mine.” I paused, closing my eyes. “Don’t reject me again. Please. You’re mine. Be a little more mine. Just this once.”
“No.” His voice was rough as he fisted my hair at the base of my skull and pulled my head back. Our eyes met, and his were a fierce inferno that threatened to consume me. “It won’t be just once.”
As if my final plea had snapped every last little thread of self-control within him, he kissed me once again. This time was different—this kiss was deeper, hungrier, almost as if he’d fully surrendered to the inevitability of us.
And I, too, gave myself over to him.
My legs trembled at the intensity of his kiss, and he wrapped one arm around my waist to hold me up. Every part of my body sparked to life as he held me against him, not allowing even the tiniest whisper of air to pass between our bodies.
And hekissedme. I could taste his desire on his tongue, like a sweet, heady aphrodisiac that mingled with my own buzzing need for him. I edged closer to him, and he slid his hands down my body to grip my thighs.
He lifted me with ease, and I clamped my legs around his waist. The door dug into my lower back, and with me now higher than him, his erection pressed firmly against my shorts, rubbing against my pussy.
My hips moved on their own, grinding against him. His groan vibrated against my lips, and he gripped me tighter, pressinghimself against me. I wove my fingers through his hair as we kissed, and as my hips flexed against him, he rolled his into the movement.
His tongue tangled with mine. His fingers dug into my arse. His erection rocked against my pussy again and again, and with each movement, heat built inside me. It prickled over my skin, spreading goosebumps across both of my arms, and that familiar wave of pleasure tickled at me.
“F-Fred, wait—”
He didn’t listen.
