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When it was finally over I looked into his eyes, thoroughly spent. Adrian knelt over me, gloriously naked. He was hard as a railroad spike and twice as thick. In that moment, I was totally his. I would’ve done anything in the world he wanted. Anything at all.
And then he told me he loved me…
And my young heart leapt into my throat.
“My God, I was this close to having you,” Adrian murmured, his voice snapping me back to reality. He held up his thumb and forefinger, barely touching.
“You were even closer than that,” I chuckled. “Way closer than you think.”
His hands returned to massaging and kneading me. They were higher than ever now. Past my knee.
“If only I hadn’t said what I said,” he smirked, shaking his head. “Such awful timing. So, so stupid.”
“It wasn’t stupid, it was actually kind of adorable,” I corrected him. “But you’re right. If only you’d kept your mouth shut, you would’ve gotten seriously laid.”
His hands were on my thigh now. Kneading. Rubbing. Touching places they hadn’t touched since that night at the pool house.
“We were young,” he said wistfully. “We were around each other so much, but still afraid to ask for what we wanted.”
I could see the arousal in his eyes now, just as I’d seen it all those years before. Only this time it was backed by model good looks, roguish charm, and an unfailing confidence. And this time, it was backed by action.
Butterflies exploded deep in my belly as Adrian’s fingers crept even higher, moving closer to his ultimate goal. I wasn’t about to stop him. Not again. Not ever.
“And… what is it that you wanted?” I finally dared to ask.
Adrian leaned in, his hand sliding boldly inside the leg of my cozy sweatpants. His mouth closed over mine, taking my breath away with the first of a hundred searing hot kisses.
“This…” he murmured, his fingers brushing my mound.
~ 21 ~
ADRIAN
I kissed her for as long as I dared, and I dared for a long time. Inhaling her scent, feeling her beneath me, my heart raced with excitement. My whole body vibrated with the anticipation of having her, of being inside her, of finally, after all these years, making her mine.
As far as I was concerned, Harper had been mine for as long I could remember. I’d shared more with her than with any other woman, even the ones I’d dated, even the nut-job I almost married.
Bullet dodged.
But no, my beautiful friend and neighbor had always been the one who got away. I’d had merely a taste of her; a tantalizing glimpse into what might’ve been. Harper and I had shared secrets together. We’d shared hopes and fears and far-flung future plans, all while maintaining the veil of platonic closeness. Back then I saw our restraint as a strength. An impenetrable barrier by which we’d keep our friendship forever safe, only it hadn’t been safe, it had been torn straight to pieces by the very situation we’d tried so hard to avoid.
But now…
Now it seems I’d been given a rare second chance to do things the right way.
I continued kissing her deeply, our tongues swirling, sifting her hair with one hand and rubbing her through her thong until she was so wet her panties were soaked through. I wanted so much to inhale her again. To bury my face between those supple thighs and gorge myself on the sweetest-tasting honey I’d ever had the pleasure of plunging my tongue through.
But I’d done all that already. And this time, I had far more extensive plans.
Picking her up, I carried Harper to my room and threw her onto the bed. I wasted no time in stripping her naked. I wasted even less time in peeling my own clothes off.
One by one, our garments hit the floor. Yet between the two of us, not a single word was said.
I can’t believe this…
Harper was stretched out on her back, thighs parted, looking up at me from my soft down comforter. She had one hand draped across her ample chest. With the other, she dipped a hand teasingly down her belly.
God, she’s beautiful.
