Page 62 of Last First Kiss
I trail my lips down her jaw, my hand sliding to cup the curve of her neck, pulling her even closer. “Trust me,” I murmur, voice low and breathless. “You already did.”
She stares at me, wide-eyed, waiting for me to say more.
“I came when I was eating you out. You never even needed to touch me.”
She bites her lip, eyes dark, amused, and a little turned on. “That good, huh?”
I nod, my own eyes locked on hers. “The way you moved, the way you moaned ... and you taste amazing, I couldn’t hold back. You wereso—” I break off, jaw tightening. Even remembering it sends a shudder through me.
“Are you embarrassed by that?” She eyes me worriedly when I don’t finish the sentence.
I shake my head. “It’s just never happened before. I’ve never been so in tune with someone that I could feel their orgasm as if it was my own.”
“Well, I’m glad I could be your first,” she says softly.
I press a kiss to her forehead, and then Alejandra meets my eyes, her own shining, and says, “We slept together.”
I bite my lip, fighting the grin that wants to break free.
“We did,” I whisper, almost in disbelief, while a delicious warmth blooms in my chest.
I’ve fantasized about this so many times, but I never thought it would happen, and now that it has, I feel like I’m floating.
“How are you feeling about that?” Alejandra asks.
I think about downplaying it and telling her it wasn’t a big deal. But I don’t want to. Because it was, and it was amazing. Actually, it was more than amazing. There should be a whole new word invented to describe how incredible it was. Being with her felt like the most natural thing I think I’ve ever experienced in my life, and that’s terrifying, but I don’t care because it’s with Alejandra. She’s my person, my home, my safety, the woman I’ve been in love with forever.
“I didn’t think I could feel so good about something,” I confess.
“You don’t feel—” There’s a long pause, and immediately my stomach twists itself into a million knots waiting for her to say something. But my brain has already gone to the worst-case scenario.This is why best friends don’t do this, it reminds me.
“You don’t feel awkward?” she finally asks.
Maybe I should have lied. But I haven’t yet, and I don’t plan to. If she regrets this or feels awkward about it, I’ll deal with it. I’ll do what I’ve been doing for the past decade and suppress my feelings to make sure Alejandra and I are good, because this friendship takes priority over my libido. Even if I never get to have sex this amazing again.
“No,” I finally answer as I look down at her tucked away in my arms.
“Me neither,” Alejandra agrees.
Everything in me melts.
“Should we?” she adds, looking up at me, her hazel eyes fixed on mine.
I, of course, want to say no because I’ve yearned for her for the majority of my life. But Alejandra hasn’t had any of these feelings before; this attraction is new to her, and I know how confusing it can all be at first.
“I don’t think so,” I finally say. “But we don’t have to keep doing this if you don’t want to.” I keep eye contact with her as I say it, wanting to make sure she knows she’s got an out, even if I desperately hope she won’t take it.
“No, no, that’s not it. I wanted to make sure we were on the same page.”
I reach for her, cupping her face, drawing her in. My thumb brushes her bottom lip, and her tongue flicks out to touch it, sending a jolt straight through me.
How could I not be? I’m in love with you, I want to say, but I don’t. Instead, I lean into her, desperately hoping this moment could stretch on forever.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
ALEJANDRA
Waking up to Clara undressed beside me is my new favorite thing. I’ve been up for hours now, watching the steady rhythm of her breath. Seeing her long eyelashes slightly flutter in her sleep, wondering what she’s dreaming of that’s brought a tiny smile to her lips.
