She smiled, almost shyly.
“We never talked about last time,” I said.
“I know.”
“We were supposed to stick to friends.”
“Yes.”
“So what’s happening here, Ellie?”
Her throat shifted as she swallowed. “I’m having a hard time sticking to the plan.”
“Why’s that?” I was trying to be teasing with my tone. But I needed to know.
“Because I keep wanting you to kiss me.”
Heat flooded my abdomen, thickening my already stiffening bulge. “I want to kiss you, Ellie. All the fucking time.”
“That’s not really how friends behave, is it?”
“Ellie, I want to be your friend,” I said. “But I want more than that too.”
She stood up straighter.
“I don’t know what I can give you, Sam.”
My stomach twisted painfully.
“But,” she continued, “I can’t keep pretending I don’t think about you like I want more too.”
Fuck, this woman.
“So maybe,” she said, “we do this one time? Get it out of our system?”
I knew nothing could get Ellie out of my system. Not now, not ever. I was in love with her. So in love with her that I wasdone loving anyone else. If that meant I died alone then so be it.
But she looked so hopeful. And she was crossing the hallway now, snaking her hands up around my neck, shifting her hands into my hair.
Then her lips were on mine. And I wondered, maybe, if I was in heaven.
She didn’t feel the same way about me. She was attracted to me, obviously. But she wasn’t looking at forever. I was fucking weak though, because once again, with Ellie’s gorgeous, plush body pressed up against mine, her impossibly soft skin under my hands and searching tongue in my mouth,I didn’t care. Just like the last time we’d kissed, where I would have blown my teenage mind with how hot the girl we got was, I nearly combusted at the glory of feeling her against me.
I broke the kiss. “Ellie,” I breathed. “Are you sure? I’m not going to pressure you to do anything after this, but I need you to be sure this is what you want.”
“I know, Sam,” she whispered. “You’re a good guy. Now take me into my room and fuck me like you’re not.”
I was dead. I’d died. Thiswasheaven. It was the only explanation.
But I was more than happy to do exactly what she wanted me to.
“You sassy little slut,” I teased. I reached under her thighs and lifted her up onto me. Then I whispered in her ear, “Fine then. Allow me to fuck your brains out.”
She giggled as she wrapped her plush, strong body around me. Fuck, she feltsofucking good. All of her. Her ankles hooked at my back. Her gorgeous tits pressed against my collarbone, just barely out of reach of my mouth. Her hair a little frilly curtain around our faces as she dropped her lips onto mine.
The heat of her at my stomach.
Somehow we got through the door. It was dark in here; darker still when I gently kicked the door shut behind us.
