Page 53 of Best Frenemies

Just like that night in the bathtub, I’m powerless against it. But this time, I do it with a completely clear head.

Because if I’m honest with myself…I don’t want to run away from it.

His hypnotic eyes explore mine, and my eyes flit down to his lips. They’re full and pink and look downright kissable. Like, if I pressed my mouth to his, I’d experience some kind of kiss euphoria that only fantasies are made of.

Mack is the metal and I’m the magnet, and the only thing I can do is step closer. Move closer. To him.

I’ve already spent too much time trying to avoid him. And I just…can’t anymore.

For once in my life, I need to give in to what I’m feeling without overthinking or second-guessing, and his plush pink lips look like the perfect place to start.

So do it. Kiss him.

Before I know it, I’m using his shoulder to brace myself as I stand up on the tippy-toes of my left foot again, but this time, instead of his cheek, I push the flesh of my lips against his mouth. I barely notice the resounding crash my crutch makes when it hits the hardwood floor behind me.

His sharp intake of air and his strong hands gripping my waist and pulling me closer to him are all I can feel. It’s the only motivation I need to lose every last vestige of control.

Sexual tension snaps and lightning of attraction strikes, and I swear to all that’s holy, the whole world explodes.

I can no longer deny my truth.

I want Mack Houston. And I want himbad.

Mack

I lift Katy off the ground, and she wraps her legs around my hips. Her hands run the length of my jaw, and if it weren’t for the pounding, thrumming, war-drum-style heart in my chest, I might think I’m dead.

Jesus Christ, she’s really kissing me.She’s kissing me and I’m kissing her, and her ass is in my hands right this very moment.

She tastes like spaghetti and garlic bread in the most amazingly not off-putting way, and I have the sudden and irrational need to absorb her body with my own.

It’s like all of my fantasies have come true, and I don’t know how to fucking cope with it.

Is this really happening? I need something to tell me this is really happening.

She moans when I sweep my tongue across hers, and a jolt of arousal makes my dick come to life in my pants. She’s tiny, and with this rush of adrenaline, I feel like I could throw her right through the ceiling.

I don’t want to, of course—in fact, I want to hold on to her as tightly as possible—but if I did, I could.

“Mack,” Katy breathes, pulling her lips away from mine just long enough to let an anticipatory shiver run down the length of my spine. There’s a nervous air to her tone, and a shred of panic makes my fingertips dig into the flesh of her ass a little tighter.

“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

Katy smiles, leans forward to take my mouth with hers once more, and then pulls away gently. Her eyes swirl with a promise of a thrill. I thought the bathtub was the most erotic moment I’d ever experienced, but I swear, I’ll never know a look as seductive as this one. “No, I don’t want to stop.”

Thank God.

“Take me to bed, Mack.”

My feet are moving before my brain can even process it.

Carrying and kissing simultaneously, I head toward my bedroom and gently lay her back in the center of the bed. She looks dainty and beautiful in the middle of the expansive space, and I can only think of one good thing that would make her fit better.Me.

Climbing up quickly, I seal my mouth to hers again and groan in satisfaction when she lifts her hips up to meet mine, grinding to emphasize the contact. She licks her lips on a reflex, and because of our proximity, catches mine with the tip of her tongue.

“Fuuuck,” I moan, digging a hand into her hair and taking her mouth deeply. But something makes me pause, a tiny thought that reminds me of her injury. “Shit, your foot,” I say and start to pull away, but she just wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me back to her mouth.

“It’s fine,” she breathes, her warm breath brushing against my lips.

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