Page 55 of Until Tomorrow Comes
I should leave her alone with the audiobook she’s listening to. Instead, curiosity gets the better of me and my feet take me down the steps. Making sure to not sneak up on her or that I’m not too silent, but it doesn’t help.
Biting back a groan, I stop in my tracks at the bottom stair and take in the sight before me.
Kat is laying on the pallet bed, her hair spilling around her head like a dark halo, eyes closed, and lips parted, wearing a simple pair of black shorts and one of those mouthwatering crop tops. The setting sun shines off her skin, giving her a slight glow.
She’s like a beacon that’s calling out, begging me to come closer and tempting me to touch.
My gaze is drawn to her chest, its heavy rise and fall giving away how affected she is by the book playing. One leg is bent with her knee in the air, while the other leg lays flat. Her phone is in one hand, clutched tightly and laying next to her. It’s the other hand that has the breath leaving my lungs on a heavy exhale.
Her free hand trails up her ribs, hesitating for a moment as if she’s unsure, before continuing on and gripping her breast in her palm.
“Touch yourself, Angel.” I growl. Every inch of my body is humming with the need to be the one to touch her, to taste her, but I refuse to rush this.
She brings her hand to her chest, slowly trailing along the curve of her breast and circling her hardened nipple. I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than to suck the hardened bud between my teeth. As if reading my mind, she pinches herself, squirming slightly, and letting out a quiet gasp.
Cali moves to pay the same attention to her other breast before dancing her fingers down.
It’s a good thing I tore her panties off in the kitchen.
I kneel between her legs, pushing them wider, exposing her fully to me. Her fingers trace over her dripping entrance, testing my resolve. The tips of her fingers disappear for a moment, and when she pulls them out, they’re coated in her wetness. Before she can plunge them back in, I catch her wrist.
Holding her gaze, I bring her hand to my lips and watch with satisfaction as she squirms beneath me while I suck her fingers clean.
“Fucking perfect.”
My attention snaps away from the book when Kat’s breathy gasp reaches my ears. Her hand has slipped under her shirt, squeezing her breast while she pants.
I should go back upstairs.
We’ve gotten close since the night she told me about her soon-to-be ex-husband. While her brother was here, I know he picked up on whatever is happening between the two of us, yet he didn’t say anything. And that was the perfect opening for the “don’t touch my sister” speech, but it never came.
Maybe that was his way of giving the go ahead.
Kat and I are walking a thin line full of flirtation and lingering touches. But maybe she doesn’t want to cross the line fully.
With that thought, I go to head back up the steps.
“You’re home.” Kat says and I freeze midstep.
Busted.
Clearing my throat, I turn back to her. She’s sitting up, her audiobook now paused, and watching me.
“Yeah. I was gonna see if you had any thoughts on what you want for dinner.” The fib falls from my lips, not wanting to embarrass her by letting her know how long I’ve been watching. Kat chews on the corner of her bottom lip.
I should have fixed myself when she was distracted.
“I didn’t mean to—”
“How much of my book did you hear this time?” She questions with a smirk.
Shaking my head, I cross the distance and sit next to her on the pallet bed. Our thighs press together, and the warmth of her bare leg against mine scrambles all my thoughts. After a few seconds, I run my hand along my jaw and force myself to answer her question.
“Walked in when the dude told her to…” I clear my throat, forcing images of Kat touching herself out of my head while she’s sitting right next to me.
I’m not shy when it comes to sex, but I find myself treading lightly so I don’t offend or push Kat away. It’s an effort to think about anything else but what Kat would look like in the same position as the character in her book. With her this close, all she would need to do is glance at my lap and she would see how much the audiobook affected me.
Think of things that don’t involve crossing the line with your friend’s sister, dude. Seaweed tangling around your ankle. Sand in places it doesn’t belong.
