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“No.”
Chris sensed her body leaning toward him and his hands slid down her neck and shoulders. They stopped on her biceps and rested there.
“I think that you are the smartest, funniest, and caring person on the planet, Kelly. You’re something special.”
Kelly closed her eyes and he met her halfway, their lips fusing together clumsily. Her hands buried in the front of his shirt and their mouths opened in unison, their tongues dancing with swift, tangled strokes. Chris had fantasized about kissing Kelly thousands of times, but doing it was so much better. Tasting her warm, sweet mouth on his. Touching her supple skin. Hearing the melodious sound of her heavy breathing between the brief breaking of their lips.
It was fucking paradise.
Kelly’s arms came up and he felt them go around his shoulders right before she pulled away sharply, a strangled gasp escaping her mouth.
“Dammit!”
He realized she’d put her injured side of her wrist down on his shoulders and winced. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just forgot for a moment.”
He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, smiling gently. “I guess kissing me can be pretty distracting.”
“Yeah, it really is.” She adjusted her hand to slide her fingers through his. “Can we do it again? Please?”
The please was his undoing, and he cradled her cheek while keeping a hold of her hand. “We can definitely do that again.”
Chapter 18
Kelly softened her lips, following Chris’s lead as they made out on her couch. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a man’s hand in hers, let alone pressing her onto her back. As he came over her, she was aware of every tight, sinewy piece of him against her front. Of the hard length of his cock through his blue jeans.
She spread her legs and placed her feet on the couch, bending her knees on either side of his hips. Her pajama pants were thin, and if she just lifted her hips, he’d be able to slide the shaft of his cock against the apex of her thighs. The thin material would do nothing to protect her, not that she needed or wanted it. For the first time in years, she felt alive. Rejuvenated. Horny as hell.
And it was all for a man who had seen her at her absolute worst and still called her special.
Chris reared back on his knees above her, breaking their kiss. Before she could beg him not to stop, he reached between them, and slipped his hand under her tank top, skimming his palm across her stomach. She stilled under him, watching him through half-closed eyes as he slowly made his way to her braless chest.
She didn’t protest. Didn’t tell him to stop, even when he lifted the tank up and over her head, tossing it across the room. She wondered what he was thinking as his gaze traveled from her navel up to her face, taking his sweet time getting there.
Then, with his blue eyes darker than she’d ever seen, he covered her breast with one hand and squeezed.
She moaned at the warm, firm grasp. God, it had been so long since she’d been touched and cared for and Chris…
She trusted him. Chris would never hurt her.
“Kelly, you are so fucking perfect. Everything about you.”
He dropped his head and kissed the skin above her collarbone, the brush of his lips causing gooseflesh to erupt along the skin of her arms and stomach. She slid the fingers of her good hand through his hair and tugged, wanting his mouth back on hers.
He didn’t give her what she was begging for, though. Instead, he stood up, standing over her with a heaving chest and tense, broad shoulders that lifted with every breath.
He was beautiful, and she wanted him. All of him.
“I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Wait, what? He was…he was stopping? Now?
She sat up, unconcerned with the fact that she was topless and her boobs had probably jiggled at the rapid motion. “Why shouldn’t you have kissed me?”
Both his hands swept back through his hair, and he laughed, almost bitterly. “I have no fucking clue. I want you so bad, Kel, I don’t know which end is up or down. All I do know is that I want to take you up those stairs and remove your pajama pants slow enough to give my mouth time to memorize the feel of your thighs beneath my lips. I want to kiss you until our lips are numb, and I want to bury myself inside you and feel the moment you come around me. But something is holding me back.”
It was probably good that Chris was hesitating, trying to hold onto their platonic friendship.
