Page 35 of Eligible Best Friend

Way too long passes before I lift my gaze to her face. Even in the dark, it’s obvious her cheeks are flushed. Probably because she can tell I want to eat her alive.

“You’re here,” she breathes. “Now what?”

I back her into the wall. It’s not like me to be the aggressor. I usually don’t have to be. I’m not exactly fighting them off, but I also don’t have to prove how fucking much I want this. “What do two adults usually do when they’re alone together?” I lean back just enough to rake my gaze down her long body. “Especially when one of those adults is wearing pretty pink pajamas that show me everything.”

Lia’s lips part and her eyes flare, but she doesn’t shrink away. We’re moving at light speed, blurring the lines. One of us should point that out, but it’s not like either of us has been in this situation before. People might assume I have all the experience, but with Lia, I’m a rookie all over again.

She licks her lips and rests her hot hands on my shoulders. As soon as she touches me, my body ignites. My muscles shake with the effort to restrain myself. Real relationship or not, Lia means something to me. The best thing to do would be to turn on my heel and leave.

The only thing that could peel me off Lia is Lia herself.

I lower my head until my lips are a whisper above hers. “Do you want this?”

Her breath hitches. “It seems like the best idea and the worst idea at the same time.”

“Exactly.” I close the distance. My mouth lands on hers, and like the other times we’ve kissed, I’m lost. She’s solid, she’s real. She’s not the coworker I’m forbidden to have dirty thoughts about. She’s not a random hookup I have to keep at an emotional distance. She’s my partner, my friend. She’s also undeniably sexy and now she’s mine.

I should get an award for my restraint this past year.

But the dam’s been blown. All the things I want to do to this woman are flooding my brain.

A hint of pizza lingers on her lips. I blame it on my skipped dinner, but I want to devour her. Sweeping in, I dive deeper, plastering her back against the wall. She wraps her arms around me and I lift her up by her ass cheeks. There’s nothing I want more right now than her legs anchored around my waist, except for our clothes to magically disappear.

She hesitates, her toes still touching the ground. Ripping her mouth away, she says, “I can’t. I’m too big.”

“I don’t know who the fuck ever told you that,” I growled, “but it’s a lie. Wrap your legs around me and tell me where your bedroom is before I fuck you against the wall.” Hooking my fingers around her waistband, I yank down. “That’s actually a good idea.”

I lower her shorts all the way, dropping to my knees with them.

“Ford, I…my bedroom.”

“Here works just fine.” Judging from her excited but scandalized expression, someone has been giving this magnificent woman boring-as-hell sex. She’s probably experienced little more than two positions—missionary and on top. Maybe he gave it to her from behind once in a while to be wild.

I hitch one of her legs over my shoulder and meet her gaze. She’s open to me, but I want to see her reaction.

Her lips are parted and her hands are glued to the wall. The anticipation is clear in her eyes—she wants to know what I’m going to do next.

I delight in showing her.

I part her slick folds with my thumbs and look into her eyes. “You’re wet for me.”

A slight nod. My lips tilt in a smile before I sink in.

She’s hot and wet and so responsive, her hips kicking out as soon as my tongue flicks her clit.

I lick across her folds and enjoy the tremble in her legs. I tease her with short, fast licks, then draw them out, lightly sucking after a few strokes. Her moans grow louder and she anchors her hands in my hair to ride my face. I hope Mrs. Rosenthal is a deep sleeper because I’m going to make Lia scream.

I lighten the strokes and test her entrance with a finger. So fucking tight, like the rest of her. Muscles flex in her legs as she undulates against me. Slowly, I push my finger in and her body tightens around me. Her hands tangle harder in my hair.

For most of my life, sex has been a means to an end. Get her off, get me off. But this is an exploration. I missed exploring the vineyards with her earlier. I won’t miss this.

In and out, I alternate my tongue with my finger. She’s riding the edge, her moans and gasps filling the dark room. When I can’t stand it anymore, when I have to be inside her, I flick my tongue in circles. Her body tenses and she bends her leg higher.

“Oh God, Ford.”

Heat explodes across my face as she cries my name even louder. She bucks against me, but I hold her up. The moment she passes her peak, I rise, shoving my pants down. My cock springs free, straining for her.

Her eyes are half-lidded and she’s breathing hard. Satisfaction rips through me. I lift the same leg that was on my shoulder and put it around my waist. The tip of my dick touches hot, wet paradise and I jerk like someone’s whacked me with the cardiac paddles.

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