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She pulled back and looked up at me. “Are you sure I’m not too much?”
I wasn’t sure what that meant to her, but I was sure of my answer. “You could never be too much.”
“Even if I’m kind of crazy?”
I ran my knuckles down her cheek. “I already told you that changes nothing. You’re always going to be my best friend.”
She closed her eyes, and I thought she was going to cry. She called me her bestie earlier, which I was sure was more a joke than anything, but it hit me in the gut. I wanted to be everything to her, but I knew that wasn’t my place. I was pushing, and I shouldn’t have been. I took my hands back and put another step between us.
She pulled my arm with one hand and wrapped the other around my neck, bringing my mouth down to hers, kissing me gently. Knowing this was a trigger for her, I just stayed still. I wanted to take the kiss so much further. “Cee,” I murmured, our lips impossibly close without actually making contact.
“You can call me Kate. Please kiss me, Gee.”
My heart was pounding out of my chest. I would never recover from this if she regretted it. “Are you sure?”
Instead of answering, she brought her lips back to mine, this time kissing me with more conviction. She let out a soft sigh, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pulled her close and slid my tongue between her lips to taste her. My mind was racing. What does this mean to her? Is this some kind of coping mechanism? Do I give a shit?
I pulled back again. I needed to know what she was thinking. “Fuck, Kate. What are we doing?”
“Kissing.” She smiled. “I haven’t done it in a while, but I thought it was pretty obvious.”
“Okay, but why? You promised —”
“He’s gone. And I promised I would live my life. I’m a fucking disaster of a human, but if you’re cool with that, I’d like to keep kissing you because I’ve wanted to do it for a while now.”
I didn’t need to be told a second time. We kissed slowly, all our hands staying in respectable areas.
After a few of the best minutes of my life, she pulled away. “I need to take this slow, okay?”
“Good. That’s good. I’m going to go back downstairs before I lose control,” I said, stepping away. She nodded.
I went back downstairs on cloud nine. Holy shit, she kissed me.
Best. Day. Ever.
Sixty-Two
Cee
As soon as the door closed behind him, I bounced on my toes. Holy shit. I did that. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, because nothing had felt so right in so long, but the people I would normally call were Mish or Sergio. One of them was there and already knew, and the other was literally at her wedding.
This is one of those things I wish I could tell Elle, but somehow, I didn’t think she’d like this idea at all. Of course, it wasn’t that long ago Mish was asking me to keep my distance. But it’s different, right?
Oh hell. Did I just fuck everything up? No. This wasn’t me running from my problems. I wasn’t sure anyone else will see it that way, but what I felt for Sergio was different. Intense. Some days I worried that I was obsessed with him. And it wasn’t just a need to get laid, though I was going to need some quality time in the shower while Wyatt was asleep.
I stripped out of my dress and laid it on the back of a chair before heading into the bathroom to turn on the shower and begin the lengthy process of pulling about a million pins from my updo. My fingers itched to text Sergio. I closed my eyes, letting the memory of his lips on mine invade my senses. My lips tingled in response, and my pulse quickened.
Once I pulled all the pins from my hair, I took a quick peek at the bed to make sure Wyatt was still sound asleep before shutting the door and getting under the hot water. I tipped my head back, enjoying the feeling of my over-sprayed hair loosening. Letting my thoughts wander, I imagined Sergio’s hands running through the wet strands. A small moan escaped my lips.
He looked hot as hell in that tux. He’d look better in this shower naked.
I grabbed the soap and ran it over my body, imagining it was him instead. Satisfied that I had soaped up, I reached for the shampoo so I could tackle the mountain of hairspray. I found another two pins as I worked my hair into a lather and rinsed.
My clit throbbed with need. It had been months since the last time I had sex, and these thoughts of Sergio had me on edge.
I slid my hand down my stomach and over my clit. Fuck. Rubbing circles over the hardened nub, I relaxed into the sensation, letting it build. I wanted it to be Sergio’s tongue, licking up and down my pussy and making me feel this good. Oh hell, that’s it. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the wall of the shower. Yes.
“Come for me,” I could hear him saying as I sped toward an orgasm. I moaned his name as I pushed two fingers into my pussy and came.
