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She stares up, opening her mouth as though to laugh again, but then she stops. She stares.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“I don’t know,” I say gruffly, moving even closer to her.
I stand close, towering over her, my fingers ticking in anticipation, telling me to touch her now, slide my hand between her legs, and ensure she’s soaked when I drive my huge cock inside her.
“You had to wear those hot-as-hell shorts, didn’t you?”
She gasps, but she doesn’t move away. She gazes up at me as her pretty mouth falls open and her youthful, innocent eyes widen. She couldn’t look more attractive if she tried, making my balls swell even more.
Graham is upstairs. I yell at myself in a final effort to make this stop.
But then Hallie steps forward, her body almost touching mine. I can feel the heat of her. It’s like she’s scorching up from inside, her lust making her steamy, needy, mine.
“Do you really like them?” she murmurs. “They’re just PJs.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me I’m being inappropriate?” I practically snarl.
If she wants me as badly as I want her, I know I won’t be able to stop. I’m salivating, literally goddamn salivating, trying not to lean down and kiss her.
“No.” She looks at me as though part of her wants to turn away, as though she can’t quite believe what she’s saying. “I’m not.”
My hands are shaking, but that’s not saying much. My entire body is.
All my life, I thought I’d never feel this with a woman, never dreamed I could.
I began to think there was something wrong with me. Honestly, a deep-rooted defective piece making it impossible.
But something clearly is wrong with me.
I’m going to destroy my best friend’s life.
And yet I can’t stop. My manhood grows harder, the helm leaking precome, my body pulsing, my heart expanding at the thought of being with Hallie, always with her.
Never letting another man touch her.
She’s mine, all mine….
She gasps as I take hold of her hips, squeezing possessively, letting her feel the passion inside of me.
I pull her up close, knowing I can’t stop, not now that I’ve felt her hips, her body.
Her hands rise, and she grabs onto my bare arms. I’m sure I can read her mood in the way she squeezes me, partly like she doesn’t want to let go and partly like she knows she has to.
I should be listening for footsteps, but all my thoughts have vanished, except for the feel of her curvy hips and her breath as I lean down, getting closer to her lips, knowing I have to stop.
I push my lips against hers hard.
She whimpers through the kiss. That’s what drives me on, the noise she makes, the muffled moaning pleasure that tells me she wants it.
Maybe not as bad as me. Maybe she’s not already thinking about children, a family. But she wants this.
The kiss, the urgency of it.
Her hands tighten on my arms as I smooth my touch around, greedily stroking her ass, massaging her roundness.
Our mouths open and our tongues find each other, seeking each other out with the force of destiny.
I’ve never believed in it before, but now everything’s changing. It’s like our bodies know where this is going to lead.
She moans when I lift her up, placing her on the counter. Her legs wrap around me as though on instinct, our kissing not stopping, unable to stop.
I snarl as she moves her hands to my neck, clinging on. I push firmer against her, taking every last moment of pleasure, shamelessly indulging as I grab her hips again, fiercer this time.
She breaks the kiss off, staring, her eyes glistening.
“Why?” she whispers.
“Why what?” I snarl.
“Why…me?”
I shake my head slowly, struggling to think of something which won’t freak her out.
Because there’s this roaring voice inside of me telling me you’re mine, Hallie, and you always will be.
“Do you really need to ask me that?” I smirk.
“Yes.” She places her hand on my chest, her eyes flitting down. “I do.”
I reach up, touch her hand, press against it, and feel my heart thudding powerfully. “You’re beautiful. You’re sexy. You’re…you’re compelling, Hallie. I know this is wrong.”
“It is,” she whispers. “It’s so wrong.”
I’m not sure who initiates it this time, but soon we’re kissing again.
It’s an instant addiction, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her tongue and her shy lips, then her confident lips…it’s like she’s constantly flitting between wanting it and not wanting it.
No, she wants it as badly as I do. I can sense it in the kiss and how she clings to my neck.
She’s probably flitting between thinking about her father and blocking the guilt out.
The thought makes me pause, then Hallie leans away, looking at me as though she’s read my mind.
“We can’t do this,” she says.
It sounds like she’s trying to convince herself as much as me.
