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My heart was beating out of my chest and a small part of me wanted to pull away, to change my mind, and tell him this was a bad idea. But the damage had been done. I would never not know how this felt, so I might as well just keep going. Embrace it.
I moaned again, this time into his mouth and the noises I made must have been a song he couldn’t turn away from. They spurred him on to kiss me harder and with even less reservation.
He had one hand wrapped behind my neck, keeping me close, and the other one ran down my body, stopping at my hip and pulling me into him.
He was hard.
I could feel it. And all I could think of was how fast that kiss got him that way. How quickly he responded to our connection. It gave me even more heady power to keep going, to give as good as I got.
I took my hands and ran them along his pecks, feeling his hard body in a way I never had before. I had seen him and touched him plenty of times, but never like this. Never this deliberately.
A moan came from his own throat as he responded to my touch. And I could see why he reacted to my sounds the way he had because his sounds did the same to me. I had never been so turned on.
Instantly. With just a kiss.
Ethan broke the kiss and looked at me. I saw confusion in his eyes and I am almost positive I mirrored him.What the hell was that? Are we just embracing the moment? Falling into the appeal of sex, no matter who it is with?
Maybe for him.
But for me, I had kissed men before and never felt this instantly connected and turned on. Ethan being my best friend didn’t seem like the kind of thing that would add to the allure of his kiss, but maybe that was all it was. A bit offorbiddenin the grand scheme of things.
Luckily, the arousal and the beating in my heart didn’t give two shits. I lunged back into Ethan and kissed him again. This time, I took the lead, slipping my tongue into his mouth to taste him. My mission was to elicit another moan from him.
When I walked into this room, I was enraptured by the magnificence of the space. It was a lot to take in and something in me cracked a little knowing Ethan spent all this money and took the effort to make my first time so special.
I wanted to cry. The emotions of the entire day, of the entire weekend, built up to the surface and threatened to spill out of me. That is until I felt Ethan close to my back. Until his lips pressed to my neck.
His words were dirty. Maybe not as dirty as some, but to me—innocent little Madison—they hit below the belt. And those words alone erased my emotional state and turned it into want, need.
Now I couldn’t stop kissing him if I tried as his tongue stroked mine and his hands tilted my head to give him better access. I grabbed his arms, his same arms that just threw a change-up, a change-up, and a slider to Aaron and struck him out.
Oh shit!
I pushed him away and backed up a few feet to give myself room to think. He looked confused and almost hurt, maybe even unsure if he did something wrong.
But I was in the middle of being a bad friend when he was in the middle of being the best friend in the world. I wouldn’t be able to keep going until I established a level playing field.
Always even.
“Did you win?” I asked.
He didn’t register what I was referring to, and I can’t blame him. We went from kissing to questioning in a split second and even my own brain was having a hard time keeping up.
“The game? Did you win?”
“Um, no. It was zero-zero until the 9th. American League scored, we didn't.” He said it slowly and hesitantly. Still unsure why I was changing the subject.
“How was your third inning? I missed it.”
“Three up, three down. Maddy, what are you doing?”
“Trying to be as good of a friend to you as you are to me,” I replied, waving my hand around to indicate the extravagant space.
He smirked a little and rolled his eyes. And before I could ask him if he was sad about the loss, or if his arm felt ok, or if he wanted some ice cream to drown his sorrows in, he was back on me. Kissing me harder than before.
“I told you, Maddy,” he said against my lips when he pulled away. “Once we walked into this room, I was no longer your friend.”
“Walking into the room didn’t mean I stopped caring,” I said, not backing away from the brush of our lips.
