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“Are you sure?” I ask her and the subtle nod she gives, makes the smirk rise on one side of my mouth. Normally, I want verbal permission but for this, I will accept her nod.
I move back and look into her eyes, my mouth just touching hers. She’s breathing heavily, almost panting now and I can feel her hand on my cheek shaking slightly. The nerves in my stomach are at war right now, but you wouldn’t be able to tell on the outside. From an outside perspective, I’m calm, cool and collected.
My tongue sneaks out and flicks against her top cupid’s bow of her lip, and her mouth drops open even more. My hand that was on the back of her head moves to the nape of her neck,pushing her hair off her shoulder again so I can feel her soft skin. My thumb pushes at her jaw lifting her face to mine and slowly my lips descend onto hers.
At first it’s slow and seductive. Just the pressing of lips together, but when I pull away just a bit, I see that her eyes are closed and she’s entranced in the feeling. My heart is racing and I need more. I press again, this time I nip at her bottom lip and she opens. When she does, I tilt my head and my tongue immediately invades her mouth. Our tongues clash and the kiss gets heated quickly.
While we are devouring one another she stretches her legs over my lap and my hand rests on her upper thigh. As we passionately kiss, a moan slips from her mouth, and fuck if I don’t feel it all the way to my core. My hand begins to travel up her leg. When I feel the frayed edges of her shorts, my thumb slides under it and begins teasing the soft supple skin there. I feel her legs begin to part.
“Please, Lexi…” she moans against my lips. And everything comes to a screeching halt at her words. Realizing what we’re doing. Yeah we are both consenting adults but she’s married. Regardless if I’m a woman, it’s still cheating. I can’t let this go any further. I’m breathing so heavy, my panting breaths blowing against her face. My hand slowly moves from the crease of her thighs back down to her knee.
I move to wipe the saliva from her bottom lip, the evidence of how passionate and messy our kiss actually was. Her brow furrows adorably. My mind is racing again and I wish I could do this. She tastes even better than I ever thought. Her lips feel like ecstasy against mine. Almost as if we were made for one another. But that can’t be true. Her and Cam are soul mates. They were made for each other, not us. I’m fooling myself and trying to convince myself of something that just can’t be.
“What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” she asks me confused.
I give her a small smile. With the hand still holding the nape of her neck, I angle her head down and kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger.
“I can’t. I’m sorry,” I whisper and kiss her forehead once again. Moving her legs from my lap, I stand.
“Wait, Lexi. Please. Let’s talk about this,” she says as I walk straight to my bedroom, closing the door softly behind me.
I lean against the door and let my head rest against it. I was just presented with everything that I’ve always wanted, and had to turn it down. Now, on top of everything, my friendship with Cam is just as important as Shayna’s. And now I have to tell him that I kissed his fucking wife.
CHAPTER 9
Shayna
Thursday
Iwalk in the front door from dropping the boys off for school, with only one thing on my mind. I’m going to corner Lexi and make her fucking talk to me. She gets in her head too much and I know that’s what the issue is.
I throw the keys on the table next to the front door and walk to the kitchen. Quickly glancing around, I can see she hasn’t been in here yet. It is still pretty early. Maybe she hasn’t woken up yet. I walk through the living room into the hall that leads to both our bedrooms. I approach her door and press my ear against it to see if I hear her.Nothing.
I lift my hand and give the wooden door a soft knock. Leaning closer to the door to listen again, and I hear the rustling of the blankets on the bed. “Yeah,” I hear her muffled, groggy voice through the door, so slowly I open it.
Peeking my head in, I see she is still in bed. Giving her a small smile I walk in, but don’t close the door. No need. No one is home anyway.
“Hey there sleepy head. It’s time to get up,” I say as she slowly sits up, leaning against the headboard. The blanket is still haphazardly lain over her legs. I walk to the bed and sit on the edge. As I do, she leans over grabbing her phone from the bedside table to check the time.
“Damn. I slept late. That’s not like me,” she says as she places the phone back down. Rubbing her eyes and stretching, it gives me a second to admire her beauty as she just wakes up. She rarely wears makeup, but when she does it is minimal. But for some reason when she’s just waking up, she gives off this glow that’s almost innocent, when I know she is the furthest from that.
“Hungry?” I ask her leaning back a bit with my arms behind me.
Finally, her tired eyes meet mine and I give her a smile. When she smiles back, it reaches her eyes so I know she is still half asleep. She nods and throws the blanket off her legs. That’s my cue to get up, so I stand and she throws her legs over the side and stands.
“How about I go make coffee and egg sandwiches for breakfast, while you completely wake up,” I say, taking small steps to the kitchen. She stretches again, making her camisole top rise showing off her flawless skin. My eyes dip immediately to take it all in. I just want to taste every part of her delicious body. She’s not petite but she’s not considered overweight either. She is full bodied and tall for a woman. At least tall to me. I know she stands about half a foot taller than me.
She drops her arms again and walks toward the en suite bathroom. “That sounds amazing, Shay. Thanks. I will be out in a minute. Let me just freshen up a bit, ‘kay?”
“Take your time, babe. I’ll be in the kitchen,” I say and walking out of her door, I close it behind me. Standing just outside her door, I take a deep breath.‘You can do this.’I tellmyself. Releasing the breath, and feeling a little more confident about this, I walk to the kitchen to start our breakfast. Letting everything that I need to say run through my head, going over every different scenario of how this will play out.
About 15 minutes later, I hear Lexi’s socked feet pad across the hardwood floor to the kitchen. I glance over my shoulder smiling as she makes her way to the coffee maker.
“Smells good,” she says as she pulls two mugs down from the cabinet and begins to make both of our coffees.
“Thank you. The Sweet Italian Creamer is in the fridge,” I reply as I turn the stove off, and begin placing the eggs on the toast I have set on the counter. After adding the cheese and condiments, I pick up both of our plates and head over to kitchen island, where Lexi is already sitting, coffee in hand.
She sits her coffee down and immediately begins to eat the sandwich I made. I in turn pick up my coffee, noting that it is made to perfection just like I like it. “Mmmmm,” I moan softly while the sweet taste hits my tongue. “Perfect.”
