Page 7 of My Ex's Best Friend

Her fingers intertwine in my hair as I kiss her harder, brushing my tongue against her lips, a plea for her to let me in.

When she does, I curl my tongue against hers and give it a little tug, earning a whimper from her that makes its way down to my cock.

I grab her by the hips and lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist.

“Are you—”

“No talking, please. Don’t stop kissing me.”

Her lips crash into mine, and I almost want to laugh at the absurdity, but then her gaze meets mine and I lose all train of thought.

I carry her over to the bed, but when we’re almost there, I step on something strewn on the floor and lose my footing and we end up sprawled on the bed, with me on top of her.

I try to minimize the impact by landing on my elbows so I don’t squash her.

My eyes search hers. “Are you okay?”

She nods, never looking away, and then she giggles.

“What’s so funny?” I frown.

“I think you might kill me today.”

I groan, rolling off her and pulling her on top of me.

She straddles me, and I almost come in my jeans.

“No, but you’ll be the death of me, that’s for sure.”

“Have you seen yourself?” , blinking a couple of times. “Have you been working out?”

I laugh. “Kiera, I play football. What do you think?”

She seems to ponder on this. “You’re definitely muscle-y.”

“Muscle-y? That’s not even a word.”

“Hmmm.”

An awkward silence descends between us as the sane part of my head finally realizes what’s happening.

This is my best friend. Am I really about to do this now?

“Do you need some water?” If this is happening, she needs to be at least somewhat sober. Because I want her to want me. I need her to want me. To remember this is me making love to her.

Her eyes darken. “Water is the last thing on my mind.”

She kisses down my jaw to my neck.

My grip on her tightens as I wrap my arms around her, squeezing her hard against me, allowing myself to feel all of her.

I’ve wanted to do that for so long. I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted her.

I roll us over again so I’m on top of her.

She looks up at me, her eyes on mine.

Her hands go down to the bottom of my shirt, to take it off before they roam all over my body.

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