Page 45 of That Friendzone Feeling
“You’renot jacked up on adrenaline.”Irest my mouth against his and drop my voice to a whisper. “You’rejacked up on me.”
“EmilyLombardo, you are infuriating.”Hescoops his hands under my butt, and my feet leave the ground.
“Hey!”Iwrap my legs around his waist as if they belong there.Whichthey just might. “Whereare we going?”
“Ithought here might be good.”Hesits me on the edge of the workbench next to my phone.
“Ow.Whatthe hell is that?”Ireach under my butt, pull out a screwdriver, and hold it up. “Carefulwhere you put me.Thatcould have been nasty.”
Hishands are under my sweater again, this time stroking upward and making my insides quiver.Whoknew this handsome friend of mine had such a magic touch?
JustwhenIthoughtIcouldn’t want him more, my craving rises even higher.Isqueeze my thighs around his waist and pull him tight against me.
“GoodGod,Em,” he whispers, his fingers running over the cups of my bra, giving my nipples a tantalizing taste of what it will be like with no fabric between us. “Youfeel so good.”
Isnatch urgently at his lips with mine, slide my hands under the edge of hisT-shirt and run my fingers along the top edge of his jeans.Heshivers and bucks against me.
“Chillyagain?”Iask and smile against his mouth.
“Notanymore.Theremust be steam coming off me by now.”
Onefinger finds its way under the edge of my bra and brushes my nipple.It’slike a lightning rod to my core, causing it to instantly pulsate.Myhead drops back with a groan as he distracts me from my mission to make him feel better than he’s ever known.
Heslides the other hand down between us and cups my throbbing center.
It’sunbearable.
Overwhelming.
All-consuming.
Breathtaking.
Allthe things.
Ineed this man, the manI’veknown and loved for ten years.Ineed him now.AndImight just love him in a whole new way.
Iunleash his belt and struggle to get the pants’ button undone.Nothelped by the way he’s sliding his finger up and down between my legs.
“That’snot doing my concentration any good,”Itell his neck, whichInow know smells like damp tweed. “Thisbutton is impossible.”
“Probablybecause it’s so wet,” he says.
“Really?Ithought that was just me.”
Hepulls his neck away from my mouth and looks down at me with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Ismy best friend a dirty talker?”
“Rightnow,I’dbe anything you want me to be if it would get me inside your pants.”Igive the button another hard shove, and it pops through the buttonhole. “Ah, finally.”
“Ithink you’ll find the relief is all mine.”Hecaptures my mouth while pressing on just the right spot through my jeans.
Oneyank on his zipper, and victory. “God, even your boxers are damp.”
“Toldyou it wasn’t just you.”
Irun a finger along his long hardness through the fabric.Thediscovery of his size makes me even greedier, andIbear down, pressing my aching clit against his fingers.
“Christ,Em.”Hepushes his dick into my hand.
