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Interesting. Since moving into my room, she’s worn pajama pants and tank tops instead of her little nightgowns. Maybe her other pajamas are dirty. Yeah, that’s probably it.
The thought of Amber’s pajamas leads my brain down a rabbit hole, and suddenly I remember the lingerie in the glossy bag that I stuck inside my closet when I got home earlier. I hid it behind a box of skates Bauer Hockey sent me and I haven’t used yet.
My eyes scan Amber from her toes, painted a pretty pink, to her red hair, which she put up in a messy bun while she was in the bathroom changing. A few curled pieces look like they’ve fallen out of the bun and now dance gracefully around her face, almost on purpose.
I allow the devil on my shoulder to win this one, and picture her in the silky, low-cut black teddy that’s currently stashed behind my skates. There’s no way in this world that she wouldn’t look even better in the black silk than the mannequin did, with her soft curves, made softer with motherhood, and her vibrant red hair standing out against the black fabric.
I shiver, and Amber notices. “You’re cold.”
Wordlessly, I walk to the bed and sit down next to her. The mattress shifts with my weight, and she slides into me. She catches herself with her hands on my chest, and I regret my choice to put a shirt on. What I wouldn’t give to feel her hands on my bare skin.
With a hand on her back, I steady her, and she looks up at me with those shiny green eyes, unique to this woman alone. Never have I seen another set of green eyes so bright. Sometimes I think I might be able to see right through them.
Her warm skin warms my hand, even through the cotton fabric of her nightgown, making heat trickle from my hand and into the rest of my body. Touching her is like getting into your car on a hot summer day in Virginia—so hot you don’t know how you’ll ever cool down again.
Her hands don’t move from my chest, and her eyes hold mine. I swallow, and my throat feels thick with the motion because she’s looking at me like she did in the garage earlier…like she wants me to kiss her.
No, devour her.
But this time, there’s no audience around to watch. No show to put on. It’s just her and me, and we’ve never allowed ourselves to be this close, to look at each other so intensely.
“Earlier,” she whispers, so quiet it’s barely audible. “In the garage…I thought you might?—”
“Kiss you?” I finish her sentence.
She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, and my eyes track the movement. Amber pauses for a second before tilting her chin up like she did earlier. A movement so subtle I thought my eyes were tricking me then, and I wonder again now. This time, she closes her eyes.
For a moment, I miss the green color that has always made my heart race, but then her beautiful lips part and I realize this is an invitation. An invitation to enjoy each other in a new way. An invitation to change our friendship forever.
Because there’s no going back after this.
If I choose to accept this kiss.
And that’s when I realize I’m a very, very selfish man. Because I want this kiss, no matter the cost.
Leaning forward, I brush my mouth against hers, testing the water, seeing what lies beneath. Amber inhales a sharp breath with the contact, but keeps her eyes shut tight like she’s dreaming.
There’s something about her closing her eyes and allowing me to control the kiss that makes this even hotter. Because I think we both know I’m not experienced, and yet, she trusts me completely.
And Amber’s trust in me makes me almost as hot as thinking about that teddy in the closet. Okay, not quite that hot.
I brush my lips against hers one more time before fully pressing my lips against hers, craving the pressure of her mouth. She meets the movement and gently pulls my bottom lip into her mouth. The groan I’ve been holding in all evening finally releases, and I feel Amber smiling against my lips.
She pulls back slightly, and I think she’s ending the kiss, but instead she tenderly runs the tip of her nose down the center of mine. It’s not something I’d ever imagined being sexy, but it’s so sweet, so intimate. Coming from anyone else I might not think so, but from this woman? I’d let her nuzzle my nose all night.
Amber moves down to my lips again, doing that thing where she tugs on my bottom lip. She’s exploring my mouth with hers, and then her hands begin exploring as well. Yeah, the shirt was a really stupid idea.
She slides her hands up my chest and then my neck, bringing them to rest on the sides of my face, her thumbs softly grazing my jaw on both sides. One hand pulls away, and I feel the tip of her fingers dip into the dimple on my chin.
I chuckle against her mouth. The sound is raspy, almost unrecognizable to my own ears. Nothing like my usual laugh. But I can’t even think clearly, with all the things she’s doing with her mouth, and her hands. Speaking of her hands, they’re dragging back down my pecs now, and I’m relishing the touch. I flex my abdominal muscles, wanting to impress her.
“Can I ask you to take your shirt off without sounding like a fan girl?” Amber whispers, her hands stopping right on the hem of my shirt.
I grin at her, pulling away just enough to grab the back of my tee and yank it over my head. It lands somewhere on my bedroom floor.
She studies my chest unabashedly before lacing her arms around my waist, and resting her head on my chest. I wrap one arm around her, and with the other, I run the backs of my fingers along the impossibly soft skin of her arm. To my delight, her skin breaks into goosebumps beneath my caress.
Tonight, I kissed a woman…and not just any woman.
