Page 14 of Meant To Be

All of that would’ve been bad enough, but now, it was dark and we were in bed together. Instead of being sensible and rolling away from me, even maybe rebuilding the stupid pillow barrier, Piper remained where she was. I could feel every inch of her where she pressed against my side. I could feel her expectant gaze on me.

No doubt she could feel the reckless pounding of my heart underneath her hand. I could feel her own heartbeat where she pressed against my side.

I’d gone to sleep in a T-shirt for the second night in a row. I didn’t usually sleep in a T-shirt, but I also didn’t usually end up in a bed with Piper, a woman I wasn’t supposed to want. Yet my body ignored logic and reason. Rules didn’t apply in the suspended moment where we resided.

“What if…?”

I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to ask what she meant.

The bathroom had a night-light beside the sink that remained on. The little glow of light reflected off the mirror immediately across from the bathroom, offering just enough light in the bedroom for me to see her face.

“What if what?” I finally asked when she snagged her bottom lip with her teeth, worrying it just enough to send a hot sizzle of need through me, like lightning streaking across the sky before a summer storm.

I felt her shrug when she lifted one shoulder.

“We already kissed,” she pointed out.

I had to force myself to breathe a little more slowly. “We did.”

“It’s just one weekend.”

I felt a little chuckle rumble up in my throat. “It is,” I agreed.

My heart kept on knocking against my ribs, hard enough to crack one. All the while, my cock throbbed. I could literally feel my pulse down there.

“You don’t want anything more. I don’t either.”

Fuck me.

“Your brother would kill me,” I felt pressed to point out.

Piper’s eyes narrowed. “Wade has no say over any of this.”

I couldn’t help but grin at how offended she looked.

“I’m not saying that Wade has any say over who you’re involved with, or me, for that matter. I’m just saying he’s one of my closest friends. He would be pissed at me.”

Her breath drew in sharply. “Fuck Wade. I don’t care what he thinks. That’s it.” Her fist curled to press firmly on my chest.

For a split second, I thought she’d been struck with a dose of sanity.

But no, I was wrong. So very wrong.

She shifted up, announcing, “I’m kissing you again.”

Before I could even form a thought, I felt her lips, soft and lush, her tongue instantly slipping in to tangle with mine.

Oh, fuck me. It wasn’t that I wanted to resist. Hell fucking no. I wanted Piper. I wanted this. I wanted all of her.

I let out a rough groan into our kiss. She shimmied closer and straddled me. Her hips centered over the rock-hard ridge of my arousal. She gave a little wiggle in emphasis, and I gripped her hips with my hands, rocking up into her.

She gasped into our kiss and then broke away. We stared at each other in the dim reflection of light from the bathroom.

There was absolutely no doubting the depths of my raw and fierce lust for Piper. But at this moment, something else shimmered between us, something startling—a sense of intimacy, of connection, of closeness.

Her eyes searched mine. I tried to grasp onto some discipline. But all thought, all reason, all logic had gone up in smoke the second she straddled me. She moved her hips again and I could feel the heat of her arousal through the thin cotton of my boxers.

“Piper,” I bit out when she rocked again.

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