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I’m breaking into a sweat. I’d like to say it’s just from the shame of feeling up my friend, but the heat of her body on mine has me burning up with need.
“It was a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened.”
I try not to focus on how kissable her lips look right now. I try not to remember how sexy and turned on she looked as I dragged my thumb across her ankle earlier.
“It won’t happen again,” I tell both of us.
“But what if I want it to?” she asks huskily, moving her legs to the outside of mine while pushing her hands against my chest so she can sit up.
Great. Now she’s straddling me.
Worse still, her denim skirt is high on her thighs as she sits on me. I can feel how hot she is beneath the cotton of her panties, causing more of my blood to rush south. My hands find her hips again. I’m doing everything I can to hold her still and stop this from going further, because damn it, I have to stop this.
“You don’t want this, Lainey.”
If we take this any further, our friendship will be completely fucked up. Every woman I’ve screwed, besides Amber, has been disposable, and I don’t want Lainey to be one of those disposable women. And if we have sex, she will be. She has to be. Lainey can’t be an exception to all my rules, friend or not.
“Don’t I?”
She’s staring at my mouth while working out the answer to her question, and I know she’s made a decision when she begins lowering her head.
It’s like watching a train crash—seeing her mouth inch closer and closer to mine. It happens in slow motion, giving the impression there’s plenty of time to change the course of fate, to turn my head to the side and make sure we stay friends, but time is an illusion. Her lips are on mine before I can do a thing about it, and I learn something I shouldn’t: Lainey Campbell knows how to kiss.
She might have seemed uncertain a second ago, but that’s clearly no longer the case. Her lips are soft and gentle on mine, but they’re also sure. The angle, the pressure, the nibbling, licking, sucking, and—fuck me—biting as she explores my mouth makes it impossible to remain passive. She teases me into giving her as much as she’s giving me. And when her hand snakes through my hair and she pulls me closer and rocks against me, I lose my shit.
My hand tangles in her hair at the back of her head, holding her there as I deepen our kiss. At the slide of my tongue along the crease of her lips, she opens for me, and the moment my tongue strokes hers, I feel her grow even hotter against me. Perfect. The soft moan she makes adds fuel to the internal fire of damnation licking at me.
I want her. I’ve wanted her for months. And even though I’m certain this is a mistake, that I shouldn’t be doing this with Lainey—my friend, someone I care about—I don’t want to stop.
“Ben,” she murmurs against my lips.
My hands, which have been grasping her hips to keep control of the situation, now slide down her thighs and push her skirt up so it’s around her waist, and then I’m searching for that heat. I stroke her through her underwear, circling her with my thumb. She tears her mouth away from mine and braces her hands on my shoulders as her hips jerk back and forth while I stroke her. I want to see her moving like that while I’m deep inside her.
“Oh yes, Ben.”
Desperately craving more of her, I slip my finger under the elastic of her underwear and find her more than ready for me. The throaty sob she makes when I slide two fingers inside her has me so hard I’m in agony.
“Is this what you want?” I rasp, continuing to stroke her while she rides my hand.
She comes quickly, my name a prayer on her lips, her pleasure coating my fingers as she pulses around them.
“Lainey,” I breathe.
I want in. I want her. I’m ready to give her everything she needs. When her hands go to my belt, I realise she’s a split second ahead of me. My entire body jerks as one of her delicate hands wraps around me. Her thumb slicks over the evidence of how much I want her, and when I thrust up, she strokes her hand down me.
“Condom,” she whispers, her hands now moving to undo the buttons on my shirt. The moment all the buttons are undone, she runs her hands over my chest. She stops to run her thumb across my pec. I’m so focused on the feel of her hands on me that it takes a second to register her gaze is fixed to the spot she’s touching.
The tattoo.
I had Amber’s name tattooed as close to my heart as I could about a month after we started dating, and even though I’ve thought about having it removed in the time since we split, I can’t bring myself to. When Lainey’s gaze lifts to meet mine, I can see she’s remembering Lucas and Amber, and everything about the two people that brought us together. But I don’t want her to think about them right now. I sure as hell don’t want to think about them right now. Sex is supposed to help me forget them.
Forget her.
I sit up suddenly, so Lainey and I are eye to eye, chest to chest. I’m ready to claim her mouth again and lose myself in her. Maybe she has the same idea as I do, because she gently places her hands on either side of my face and brings my mouth to hers. Her kiss is soft at first, almost as though she’s trying to soothe me, and then teasing once more as she slides her tongue between my lips to play with mine. And then, finally, crazy hot, as she moves her hand up and down the length of me and sucks on my tongue.
“Need protection,” I say hoarsely, in between kisses.
She’s breathless—we both are—as she breaks away from me and I reach out and fumble around on the coffee table beside me, trying to lay my hand on my wallet. As soon as I make contact with it, I pull the condom out. When I put it in there a few nights back, I never would have thought I’d be using it with Lainey.
