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“Yes.” Fuck, why did I sound so hoarse?
“Were you being truthful? Did you ever like me as more than just a friend?”
The shakiness of his voice gave me the confidence to reply, even though it was a whisper. “Yes.”
His body shifted again, and then he was next to me, his back against the headboard. “Fuck. Me too.”
My heart skipped a beat at his words. I’d seen him drink earlier, but it was one thing when we were in the middle of a game and a completely different thing when it was just the two of us, with no one else to hear our words. “W—when did you like me?” I needed to know.Now.
“Uhhh.” Rubbing his hands over his thighs, he stared down at my duvet, hiding his expression from me. “Now?”
Now?
Now.
I closed my eyes and let the truth fall from my mouth. “Same for me.”
There was a harsh intake of breath, and then a warm hand was cupping my cheek, turning my head to the side.
Then Ander’s lips were on mine, and I was lost.
19
Kissing Elliot felt so fuckingright. This wasn’t like the night in Bournemouth. This was us admitting that we liked each other in a completely new way, as something more than friends. This was…fuck, why was I eventhinkingright now when Elliot’s soft lips were pressing against mine insistently and he was pulling me closer?
The hot slide of his mouth was sending goosebumps all over my body. I kissed him harder, my mind emptying of thoughts as he kissed me back with just as much enthusiasm, licking into my mouth, tiny noises falling from his lips that made my cock throb.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” I panted, pushing him down so that he was reclined beneath me. There was a flush on his high cheekbones, his lips were red and swollen, and his pupils were blown wide. How the fuck had I never noticed just how hot he was before? I mean, yeah, I’d always thought he was good-looking, but now it was different…he was making my heart race, and my stomach had that same free-falling feeling that I kept getting around him. And now my cock was tenting my joggers, making it obvious to us both just how into him I was.
His tongue swiped across his lips, and I groaned. I had to taste him again.
As we kissed, his arms went around me, his hands tentatively moving over my back like he wasn’t sure about touching me. That wouldn’t do.
“You can touch me.” I lifted my head, looking down at him as he lay beneath me, his breaths unsteady, just looking back at me. I did what I’d been wanting to do for a while and slid my hand into his hair, and yeah, it was as soft as it looked. Softer, in fact.
My fingers explored further, down the side of his face, and I stroked my thumb over his jaw. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“This doesn’t feel real,” he whispered. “I never imagined that you’d like me back.”
“How long have you liked me like this?”
“Please don’t ask me that, Ander.” The agonised look that suddenly came over his face was enough to stop me in my tracks. Satisfying my curiosity wasn’t important enough to push him to reveal anything that he didn’t want to.
“Okay.” I lowered my head again, lifting my thumb and pressing a kiss to the place on his jaw where it had been resting. Pausing, I thought about my next move. I’d normally just go with the flow, but this was my best friend, not a one-night stand, and I needed to know what he wanted from me. I kissed him in the same spot again and then kissed across his chin and back to his lips. “What do you want, E?”
He fucking trembled beneath me. “I want…I don’t know…you. Just you.”
A protective, possessive instinct burned through my body as I stretched myself on top of him, our thighs entwined, and wrapped my arms around him. It was a feeling I’d never had before, but it made me want to give him everything and to make sure that no one ever hurt him.
“Let’s start with kissing and see how we go, yeah? No pressure,” I reassured him. “You might have to show me what you like.”
“I don’t know what I like. I—I’ve never…” Twisting his head to the side, he buried his face in the pillow.
What? How the fuck was that even possible? I know we had an unspoken agreement to not discuss our sexual conquests, but Elliot was— “How is that possible? You’re…you.”
“Urgh,” he mumbled from the pillow. “I’ve done some things, okay? A few handjobs and blowjobs in clubs, mostly. Kissed guys. But nothing more.”
“Not even withCurtis?” I growled.
