Page 10 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
I crawl across the comforter until our knees are touching, then he lifts one of the blankets. “Get underneath. I don’t want you to be cold.”
His tenderness warms my heart against the chilling temperature of the room.
I settle in beside him and we rest our heads against the pillows.
“Can I touch you?”
My heart race like the wings of a hummingbird, but amidst the chaos of my nervous system, I realize there’s maybe a chance I’m okay with this.
I mean, it’sFederico. The boy from school who the older girls have started to take notice of. The same boy I spent a significant chunk of my childhood playing pranks on. And who, despite his changing form—his thicker muscle and growing height—is still my best friend. A best friend who’s about to leave New York, maybe for good.
As the seconds tick by, I no longer feel like I’m giving my best friend a parting gift—I’m giving us both something to honor our friendship with. I didn’t think I’d ever find someone who’d want to do this with me, and I’m grateful I suppose. Plus, this could be the one chance I get to connect with the closest thing I might ever have to a soulmate.
I nod and he rests a palm on my shoulder then slides it down my arm to my hip. His gaze follows and his teeth bite down on his bottom lip.
I feel warm under the comforter, but when his fingers trace the outline of my underwear, I shiver. Hisbreaths grow ragged the closer his thumb crawls to the space between my thighs.
It feels as though all my blood has raced to the top of my legs and I break out in a light sweat all over my body. Instinctively, I reach down and press his fingers to my panties, and when he sucks in a breath I close in on his lips, a little too eagerly.
He applies pressure with his fingers but it’s clumsy. They don’t stay in one place long enough for me to feel the right friction. I’m no expert at this, but I’m better at getting myself off than he is.
I silently scold myself.Give the guy a break, Tess. Maybe it’s his first time too.Then my scattered thoughts take over.Has he done this before? Who with? Is he keeping secrets from me? It shouldn’t matter,I argue with myself.He’snotmy boyfriend.
I can’t focus. His fingers grate against my panties, and he pulls back for second. “Are you okay?”
I nod hesitantly, then push my fingers through his. “Here. This usually works.”
His gaze drops to where my fingers are circling the flesh beneath my underwear and I take the respite from his focus to let myself go—let myselffeel.
“Oh my God,” he breathes.
“What?” My body starts to rock of its own accord.
“You’re really wet down there.”
I close my eyes, breathing heavily. “Is that bad?”
His breaths start to match my own. “No. Fuck, no, Tess. It means you want this.”
My fingers slide through wetness, lubricating the tips, and a quiet whimper escapes me. He continues to stare down at what I’m doing, while I bite down on my lip.
Out of nowhere, a white heat unfurls across my pelvis and floods my core. “Oh!”
Blinding pleasure mutes the sound of Federico’s curses and the sight of his stiffened jaw. Stars fly behind my eyes and my body jerks uncontrollably.
As I relax, shame floods through me. I just masturbated in front of my best friend. I just got myself off instead of giving him more of a chance to do it, or to get some enjoyment out of trying.
I shake my head in despair.
I’m afreak.
When I eventually wrench my eyes open, Fed looksravenous.
He pushes me to my back and settles between my legs.
There’s a rustling sound at the side of my ear, then Fed pulls back and rests back on his knees. “Here…” He offers me the vodka again. “Have some more. It’ll help.”
I half-sit and swig a few mouthfuls then wince at my burning throat. He does the same then fumbles with a condom. I glance down at his dick. I’ve never seen one before—not in real life anyway. I swallow, not expecting it to be so…sizeable.
