He really wanted me to kiss his best friend.While his best friend’s wife was fucking Stefan's brother downstairs.
“Francesca.”Stefan's voice held more authority now.He was ordering me to do this.
It was a kiss.Just a kiss.
But then what?That was the part that was still more than a little foggy to me.
Nick and I had kissed before.And I liked it.A lot.
But this whole—more—thing was freaking me out a little.
Actually, a lot.
But it was what Stefan wanted.It was what he asked for.And I wanted to make him happy.And in the process, I had a feeling I would also be making myself happy.Very, very, very happy.
So—I turned to Nick and looked into his eyes.Gosh.This man wanted me.Just looking at him made me tingle all over.
Then I leaned forward—and he met me halfway.
Our lips—touched.
And my lower belly clenched so hard.
So.
So.
So hard.
It was like electricity shot directly from my lips down between my legs.His tongue pressed into my mouth and found mine.
“Mm, you taste delicious,” Nick said against my lips.He tasted like the wonderful wine we'd been drinking.And a hint of the wedding cake that Eve had brought out after supper.I wondered if Nick had taken another quick taste before he brought the wine in for us.
Nick deepened our kiss and began rubbing his hand up my arm, giving me goosebumps.
“Nick, touch Francesca's breasts.See how soft she is.”Stefan's voice brought me back to the moment.I'd been concentrating so much on Nick's kiss that I'd almost forgotten Stefan was here.
And now he'd ordered Nick to touch me.
A moment later, Nick's hands were on my breasts.They burned through the thin fabric of my bra.
“How do they feel, Nick?”Stefan asked his best friend.
Nick stopped our kiss and turned his head to Stefan.“Wonderful.But I think they'd feel even better without this between us.”His fingers pulled gently on my bra strap.
“That's true.You can't fully appreciate them like this.Take off her bra, Nick.”
Oh, gosh.
Nick's fingers slid underneath my bra straps.And then he—
Pulled.
Down.
And.
Down.
