Page 51 of Holiday Friend Zones
His lips are the perfect combination of soft and strong as they move along mine, taking over every one of my senses.My knees wobble and relax into him, knowing that he has me, letting go of everything.Absolutely everything.Because nothing else matters.
Davis is kissing me.
Pulling back, my lungs constrict, gasping for air but also wanting more of him.The tingle in my lips is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s a Davis Barnes special.
“Just like that,” he whispers, flexing his hand against my hip, his lips still a whisper away from mine.
“Just like that,” I repeat.
Although maybe not just like that.Because if he kisses me like that tomorrow in front of the judge and our families, I can’t promise I won’t burst into flames.I’m half a heartbeat from igniting right now as it is.
“Or…” He slides his hand from my hip to my lower back, drawing me into him.“Maybe like this…”
In a heartbeat, he captures my mouth with his again.This time it’s slower, more purposeful, like he’s drawing it out intentionally.And my world stops.
For all the times he’s held me, hugged me, run his fingers through my hair, or touched me in some other way that I’ve never thought twice about, or even longed for it to be more, nothing prepared me for this feeling.This heart-stopping, soul-lifting, elation from a simple kiss.
And yet, it’s still not enough.
I crave more.
I grasp onto him, digging my fingers into his shirt, trying to anchor myself to him.The soft fabric pulls free from his jeans, exposing a small patch of skin.I take advantage of the new spot, slipping my hands under the hem of his shirt and running my nails along his back.
“Kyraaaaaaaaa,” Davis groans, jutting his hips into me.
I do it again.His mouth inches along my jawline, until he reaches my ear, nipping at it.
“Keep that up, Baby, and you’re going to see a different side of me,” he warns.
“Promise?”
I press my nails into his skin, not hard, but enough to issue the challenge.To see if he’s all talk.
Because if there is one thing I know about Davidson Oswald Barnes, he puts his money where his mouth is.
And I want his mouth on me.
“Try me.”
Curling my fingertips into him, I slowly drag them down his back.The low, rumbling noise Davis lets out is damn near feral, his blue eyes going dark, like a werewolf shifting right in front of me.Except, instead of something scary, the man holding on to me morphs into sex personified.
Sending my pulse skyrocketing.
Faster than I can blink, Davis’s hands are on my ass, palming me as if I were a basketball, tugging me up and into him.His mouth is back on mine, taking charge and showing me exactly what he means by a different side of him.I don’t fight it, matching his energy, wrapping my legs around him, and kissing him back.
His fingers dig into me as he presses my core against him.I can feel his bulge through his jeans, and I know he’s as turned on as I am, sending a rush of desire straight through me.I try to deepen the kiss, but Davis has other ideas, stepping backward and plopping us down onto the couch.
Pulling back just enough, he reaches for the hem of my tank top, pushing it up.Then he stops, his eyes meeting mine to silently question if this is okay.I answer by placing my hands on his and continuing.
“Fuuuuuuck, Kyra,” Davis curses, biting his lip.
His eyes go wide, glued to my breasts, sitting unimpressively in my tan-colored bra.Suddenly I’m a lot more self-conscious than I was a few seconds ago, wishing I’d worn cuter—even matching—underwear.At least this is satin.And clean.
Like a small child, awestruck by beauty, Davis continues to stare, his hands reaching around behind me and unhooking my bra.Another curse erupts—this one unintelligible—as he discards it, wasting no time getting down to business.His mouth is on me, tongue laving my nipple, erasing my thoughts, and giving me exactly what I wanted.
“Davis,” I moan, unable to form a complete thought.
“Your tits are perfect,” he replies, moving from one side to the other.“Absolutely perfect.”
