I didn’t care if it was fake anymore.
Becausethiswas real.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard. He kept his forehead against mine.
“I thought we were pretending,” I whispered.
“So did I.”
But neither of us moved.
Neither of us ran.
We just sat there, tangled up on the couch, and pretended we weren’t both completely screwed. At least until I finally moved.
47
EDEN
Her hand was on my thigh before I even realized it was happening. Alana’s fingers traced the seam of my jeans like she was mapping out a fucking treasure trail.
Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves through my body that made my cock twitch in anticipation. I glanced at her, and her lips curled into that wicked little smirk that always made my stomach drop.
“You’re looking tense, Eden,” she said almost teasingly. She shifted closer, her thigh pressing into mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin even through the fabric of her skirt. Her other hand lifted, fingertips brushing against the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Maybe you need to relax,” she continued, her breath hot against my ear. Her tongue darted out, flicking just below my earlobe, and I fucking groaned. My hands clenched into fists as I tried to keep myself from grabbing her and fucking her against the nearest wall.
Alana wasn’t usually one to take control, but fuck did I love it.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a tease that was fucking maddening. “Let me take care of you,” she whispered, her voice low.
Before I could respond, her lips crashed onto mine, hard, demanding. Her tongue slipped past my lips, tangling with mine in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. My hands finally gave in, gripping her hips and pulling her onto my lap. She straddled me with ease, grinding down hard enough to make me fucking whimper.
Her hands were everywhere—tugging at my shirt, sliding underneath the fabric. Her nails raked down my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
I could feel her heart pounding against mine, her breath ragged as she deepened the kiss. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she ground against me.
I tore my mouth away from hers, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. She threw her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hands gripped my shoulders, digging in as she moved against me, demanding more.
“Alana,” I growled, my voice thick with need. I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher until my fingers found the edge of her lace underwear.
Her breath hitched as I traced the fabric, teasing her through the thin material.
She leaned forward, her forehead pressing against mine. “Eden,” she whispered, her voice a plea. “Don’t tease me.”
I smiled, a dark and hungry grin. “No teasing,” I promised, slipping my fingers past the lace and into her cunt. Her body tensed around me, a gasp caught in her throat.
Her hips moved in sync with my touch, riding my hand as her breath hitched again. I could feel her pulse quicken, her body trembling as I fucked her slowly with my fingers.
Her eyes locked onto mine, those deep pools of green filled with a mix of lust and desperation.
“Eden,” she moaned softly, her voice barely a whisper. Her nails dug deeper into my shoulders, using me as an anchor as she chased her pleasure. I could feel her body coiling tighter with each stroke. Her lips found mine again, this time in a softer, more desperate kiss. It was a plea, a need, a silent cry for release.
I slid two fingers into her, my thumb circling that sensitive spot that made her cry out.
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm of her grinding hips.
For just a moment, I thought I was going to make her come within barely two minutes. I was sure I would have, had she not stopped me and moved off me instead.
