Page 36 of Falling for His Best Friend

She didn’t know what she should do. Should she reach for him? Tell him how she was feeling? She was so unsure, and her uncertainty made her take a step back just as he stepped forward.

He reached for her. She felt his fingers under her chin and now it was her skin that tingled and broke out in tiny goose-bumps.

He whispered her name as he tipped her head up and Kitty closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss she knew was coming this time.

His lips met hers, warm and soft, but his intentions were clear, spelt out in his touch as he pressed his lips against hers. Kitty opened her mouth, desperate to taste him, to feel him, to experience him. She breathed out a sigh as he wrapped his left arm around her, holding her to him. Her hands wound around the back of his neck. His hair was damp—she probably needed to get him dry, but she had other things on her mind.

She could feel his erection, separated from her only by the towel and her underwear. He was hard and long and now all she could think about was how he would feel inside her. She could feel the dampness between her thighs as she imagined him thrusting into her. Uniting them in a way they’d never shared before. Her knees wobbled and she clung to him. In another moment there would be no turning back.

That was good—she didn’t want to turn back—but he was injured and she didn’t want to be the one responsible for pulling his stitches out, opening his wounds.

‘Careful,’ she whispered. ‘You’re injured, remember?’

His left hand moved further down her back, cupping her bottom, pulling her hips in hard against him. ‘I’m fine,’ he replied.

She ran one hand down his chest. She had to agree, he felt pretty fine. His chest was dry now—the water had soaked into her T-shirt, making it cling to her skin. Now that her clothes were damp and she wasn’t pressed against his chest, soaking up his warmth, she felt cool. Her nipples jutted against the shirt and as she saw Joe run his gaze over her breasts she felt her nipples tighten in response.

She watched his chest rise as he inhaled. He moved his left arm, bringing his hand to her chest and running his thumb over one nipple, caressing it through the fabric.

Kitty thought she might melt on the spot as a burst of heat raced through her, flaring from her breasts to her groin.

‘Oh, God, Joe,’ she said as she clung to him, and she could hear the desire and need in her voice.

‘Are you sure about this?’

‘I’ve never been surer about anything,’ she said, as she took his hand and led him out of the bathroom.

He caught her at the edge of the bed and turned her to face him. He pulled the towel from his hips and stood in front of her gloriously, superbly naked. Kitty feasted her eyes on him. She took in his broad shoulders, the dark circles of his nipples, the line of dark hair running down from his navel, leading her eyes down to where his erection jutted proudly out from his hips.

He ran his hand around the back of her neck, spanning her spine with his fingers, holding her still as he kissed her neck. Kitty tipped her head back, exposing the soft, tender, sensitive skin of her throat.

He lifted the hem of her T-shirt, keeping her close, before trying to tug the shirt up and off, but it was an impossible task with only one hand. Kitty crossed her arms and whipped the shirt over her head.

‘You are beautiful,’ he murmured before he bent his head and took one breast in his mouth. Kitty thought she might explode as he sucked her nipple. He ran his hand over her swollen belly and down between her thighs, seeking her warmth, sliding into her wetness.

Joe went to sit down on the edge of the bed and Kitty moved with him, stepping out of her underwear as she did. She stood with her legs apart, straddling his knees, desperate to maintain contact, and granted him access to her innermost secrets.

Her legs buckled as his mouth suckled at her breast again while he reached between her legs, his thumb moving in a tight circle. She rested her hands on his shoulders, supporting her weight. Her legs certainly weren’t capable of holding her up as he worked his magic with his fingers. If he could reduce her to a quivering mess with his left hand, what would he be able to do once his right hand was fully functioning again?

She closed her eyes as stars burst behind her eyelids and sparks shot through her groin. She was panting now, unable to take deep breaths as her body was focussed on other sensations. She was close to a climax, she could feel it building, taking control, but she didn’t want it like this.

She opened her eyes. ‘Wait.’

‘What’s wrong?’ His hand stilled and she could see in his eyes that he was expecting her to call it quits. There was no way she was doing that—she didn’t think she could stop now even if she wanted to.

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