Page 70 of Wrecked

“The second my lips touch hers, her mouth opens, inviting me in, sweeping her tongue against mine, as she pushes her body closer to my own.”

Books always make kisses so passionate. I’ve had some hot and heavy make-out sessions, but they’ve never been as steamy as this.

“We both pause when the back of her legs touch the side of her bed.”

I stop painting for a moment and turn my attention to the speakers. These two are totally going to do it. My movements are slow, too slow, as I pay more attention to the book, listening to the words coming out of the radio, than I am on the task at hand.

“My hand brushes over her breast, cupping it, indulging in the feeling of her soft skin against my rough fingers.”

I sneak a peek over my shoulder. There’s a can of paint in Adam’s hand, but the brush in his other is hanging by his hip. That copper head is down, tilted to the side, as if he, too, is listening.

“Trying to hide the tremor in my hands, I take a deep breath and run my fingers along the inside of her thigh and then against her pussy for the first time. The sound of her quick inhale sends chills down my spine and rushes blood straight to my cock.”

Adam shifts from one leg to the other. His back rises with a large, deep breath, and his fine ass clenches.

“My fingers part her lips, circling her clit, and move lower to feel her wetness seep out. I slowly dip my fingers in, keeping my eyes on her, loving the way her back arches off the bed in ecstasy.”

My palms are sweaty. I rub them on the cotton of my pants. and squeeze my thighs together, savoring the burn building deep inside me.

“I stand tall before her and remove my own clothing before I look down at my best friend, the girl I will always love…”

Adam turns around, and our gazes connect. My chest jolts with a rush of air that fills my lungs. My heart flutters, echoing its rhythm right down to my belly and screaming through my core.

With his legs apart, he shows me all of him—his full frame, six feet tall. He’s all male and commanding in a room so empty and vast that his presence makes it feel incredibly small and intimate.

“I nestle on top of her, between her legs.”

His pupils dilate, making the dark nothing but a sea of black lust.

“My lips are pulled down to hers as I slowly start to enter her for the first time.”

His tongue darts out and skims his lower lip before his teeth come out and graze it.

“Her body tenses, and I wrap my arms tightly around her, cocooning her, as I make my final thrust inside.”

He groans.

“Her mouth finds mine again”—I moan—“and we both find our rhythm—pushing, pulling, tugging, moaning.”

“You guys coming down for lunch?” Toby walks into the room, and his head darts straight for the speakers as he listens to the narrator finish the most intense love scene I’ve ever heard. As he bounces from one foot to the next, it’s as if he’s trying to decide if he should stay or if it would be more awkward if he left.

He stays.

And it’s awkward.

Luckily, the chapter ends quickly, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Adam and I are still looking at each other, and Toby is just standing there.

“So, yeah…break time.” Toby says, his hands in his pockets, as he backs away from the room. “Whenever you’re ready.”

When he’s gone, I drop my roller and make my way out of the room.

“Looks like someone’s hungry,” Adam calls out to me.

“Famished!” I shout, my ass halfway down the stairs.

“Mind if I sit here?”

Adam is standing over me, his face covered in the shadow of the tree I am sitting beneath.