Danielle laughs, her head rolling back on the cushion. “Aww, are you jealous?”
Her arms splay out beside her, and she gives me a look that sends me back five years.
It’s like nothing has changed.
“Yeah, maybe.”
Danielle’s lips curve into a smile as she leans her head back.
My gaze travels down her body, my dick hardening at the sight of her pert breasts straining against her shirt.
Shit, I can’t.
Danielle sighs, and she holds her hand out like she used to, beckoning me to her silently.
I’m on autopilot, moving towards her as she sucks in a breath.
“We’re too drunk to do this,” I mutter, unable to stop myself.
Danielle lifts her hands to mine, her eyes fluttering open and focusing on me. “Do what?”
I drop to my knees like I’m under a spell, my fingers lacing with hers as she lifts her head to mine.
“This,” I mumble, my nose dragging down her neck, her perfume sending me fucking delirious.
Jesus fuck, she smells divine.
Danielle stiffens, and I brace myself for her pushing me away, but instead, she moans into my ear.
“Mm.”
It’s like she’s unlocked a part of me I can’t control, as her mouth turns to find my lips.
At first, it’s awkward and clumsy, both of us trying to align our lips against one another, but I grip the back of her neck, dragging her to me.
Danielle wraps her legs around me, and her tongue enters my mouth like it’s never left.
We’re silent as our mouths move apart, our drunken eyes locking, silently agreeing to continue.
This time, she shoves me down to the ground, her hands tracing my body like she knows her way from memory.
I don’t want this to stop.
Danielle peels off her top, revealing nipples that still fit perfectly in my mouth. Then she moans against me, her hips thrusting against mine as I suck and devour her nipples one at a time, squeezing the buds into my mouth.
Did Issac do this to her?
Thoughts of my best friend touching Danielle like this makes me almost snarl with anger, but Danielle reaches down, pushing her trousers to the floor.
Now I’m fucking distracted.
Danielle pushes her fingers against her lace underwear, circling her clit as she bites my lip.
This fucking woman. She knows exactly what I like and how I like it.
“This isn’t a solo act, darling.” I smirk, tugging her panties to the side as she moans. I’m desperate to be inside of her, and she kisses me like she feels the same.
“Fuck me, Blake James.”
