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LETTIE
“Ihad to. I had to know how your lips tasted.” His voice sounds sinful—a voice I’ve never heard. And in that moment, I need to hear the low tone again.
“I thought I imagined you kissing me,” I rasp, sliding my hand up his neck, stopping under his jaw. We almost kissed as kids, but this feels different.
His tongue swipes across his full bottom lip, dredging up every naughty feeling I’ve had about him. My chest rises and my boobs practically pop out of my dress. Dane’s hand still splayed across my upper thigh with his thumb on the outside and his long lean fingers coming dangerously close to the fire.
Oh my God. Oh My God.
He whispers with his full lips, “Then I failed to show you how much I needed you. How much I wanted to kiss you. Will you give me a second chance?” Tearing his eyes from mine, his vision drops to my lips. “Do you want to taste me, baby?”
When he calls me baby, arousal pools between my legs. Just touch me. Touch me with your fingers. With your lips. “Just fucking touch me,” I scream inside, but all I manage is a nod.
One arm is around my back, and he moves the one on my leg to my arm then runs it over my shoulders and chest and lands on my throat. With two fingers he traces my lips. And when I part them, he mumbles, “Fuck. You’re so damned perfect.”
I place a wet kiss on his fingers. Why? I don’t know. I’ve never done that before. This moment seems more intimate than any kiss I’ve ever had. And he still hasn’t kissed me. What’s he waiting for? Taking matters into my own hands, I wrap my fingers around his wrist and lower his hand back to my thigh, making sure he knows I want to feel his skin against mine.
The hand he has on my back skates up, threading his fingers through my hair, pressing me forward. His lips are wet as he places a sensual suctioning kiss on the corner of my mouth then moves to the other side before his lips overlap with mine. Taking his time, my body ignites from the soft smacking sounds, and the taste of cranberry as his tongue slips through my lips while the musky masculine cologne infiltrates my senses causing a dizzying effect.
Exploring me.
Savoring me.
The kiss becomes hungrier, harder. Our tongues tangle in the most beautiful dance. It’s not a waltz or a tango, it’s a nightclub dance—wild, and free.
The pressure of his fingers holds my head in place—as if I would try to get away. Not a freaking chance. Everything about Dane feels too good, like years of love and laughter coalescing.
He slips his finger under the strip of lace. “I can’t believe you’re wet for me,” he says as he smiles into another kiss. He doesn’t let me respond, continuing to claim both sets of lips.
He uses his thumb to press on my bundle of nerves making me moan into his mouth. My body begins to shake. It's been so long since someone touched me like this.
What am I saying? No one has ever touched me like this. Guys in college don’t take time to get their partner worked up into a frenzy. But I don’t call him Dane the Great for nothing, he excels at everything. He puts time and attention to detail in everything he does and I’m the beneficiary of his research. Jealousy and need swirl together at the thought of his hands touching someone else.
My orgasm builds and I pull out of the kiss, dropping my nose into his neck murmuring his name. He leans down kissing my shoulder, my legs finally relax when we hear. “Dane we’ve been looking…”
It’s his dad.
Dane hops up from the chair and blocks his dad’s view of me, saving me the embarrassment of the face to face, conversation of yes, your son just gave me an orgasm without inserting a single thing into one of my holes. I chuckle to myself and wait for Dane’s cue before I speak.
“Come in when you’re finished.”
The door rattles closed and our one moment together is over. Dane’s shoulders drop in what looks like regret, from behind him anyway. God, what did we do?
He turns around, peers into my eyes and burns a hole into my heart. “Nothing changes, Lettie.”
I nod in agreement, but it changes everything.
Chapter Sixteen
DANE
Islip my hand into hers like I would have done at any point in time for the past sixteen years. As I study her round green eyes, panic shoots through me, so I blurt out, “Nothing changes.”
Her eyes soften but I see the tell-tale sign that she’s about to cry. Her bottom lip quivers as she agrees nothing will change.
“Umm, I’m going to the restroom.” She ducks her head and brushes past me. Stupid me lets her go.
I close my eyes and run my fingers through my hair recording every moment of the past half hour with Lettie. She let me touch her in the most intimate of places and I feel like a fucking king getting to enjoy how her body was soaking wet for me. How pliable and soft her lips were and how I just fucked up a sixteen-year friendship.
