Page 50 of The Pinkie Pact

And then my mind wanted more. I thought of hot, sweaty, bare-chested Kieran and how it would feel to press my naked skin up against all that. Squirming a bit as heat pulsed through me, I took it even further, wondering what Kieran was like in bed.

Was he super experienced? Was he kind of shy? I imagined his body pressing me into the bed as he thrust into me over and over, his face just above me with a look of ecstasy... imagined him groaning as he came inside me.

I bit down hard on my lower lip. His hand squeezed me, and I felt a flush rise up my cheeks. He couldn't possibly know my thoughts, could he?

Slowly, I flipped my hand over so our palms would touch, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. His fingers gripped mine, his thumb caressing me, sending surprising sparks of desire through me.

I felt him shift his body and wondered if he was feeling it too, feeling this incredible thing happening between us. His body seemed to suddenly press against mine more. Or I was simply aware of every part of us touching.

This heat was becoming... just too much. And I wanted more.

Now that he was single, there was nothing to stop us. Well, except for his sister sitting on the other side of me. Part of me wanted to nudge her and tell her to leave.

But the more rational side of me told me it was too soon. He needed some time. Was it right to break up with your longtime girlfriend then hook up with somebody else the very next day?

To be honest, I didn't care in the slightest about being a rebound. I just wanted to act on this crazy physical pull I felt with him, get it out of my system. There was nothing more there, so it didn't matter to me if he was over Christina or not.

But I knew him well enough already to know that itwouldmatter to him, and I didn't think he'd act on it anytime soon. So I might have to push him a bit.

How long did you give a guy to get over a breakup? I supposed it depended on many factors—who did the breaking up, how long they were together, if they were still in love or not, why they broke up.

Thinking back to my own handful of breakups, I'd recovered quickly. But then again, they'd been short relationships... if you could even call them that. I'd always done the breaking up, and there was certainly no love involved.

I'd ask Kara about it tomorrow without revealing too much hopefully, just tell her I kind ofwasinterested in her brother and ask how long she thought I should give him to recover. She knew their history and would hopefully have some good advice.

But for now, I'd just enjoy the feeling of him so close to me and imagine the fun I'd have in the future with him. God, I couldn't wait.

It'd been a long time since I'd felt this way... a year and a half since I'd been with someone. Not that I could exactly remember that last time. But Bear had gently awakened that part of me a little, and now with Kieran, that part of me had roared to life.

A small nagging doubt in my head wondered if I could actually push Kieran at all. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who was ruled by his lust. I mean, he hadn't even given methat lookever.

Throughout the night as we took breaks for food and wine, we'd always settle back down the same way with Kieran's body pressing against me, and within seconds, his hand would find mine under the blanket.

I couldn't help the small smile that formed on my face as his fingers gripped me, his thumb stroking my own, because no matter the outcome, this was going to be fun.

Reggae Night

Sky

Music blasting from the other room, Kara and I both squeezed in front of the bathroom mirror, trying not to elbow each other as we put on our eye makeup under the best light we had.

"Sunday night. Reggae night," she sang.

My heart skittered around in my chest because I knew who was going to be there.

Kieran.

Last night, as he'd said goodbye to me at the door while Kara was in the kitchen, he'd held both of my hands in his and given me... well, not quitethe lookbut close. It was more dreamy than lusty, but it was a start for sure. And he'd said he hoped to see me at reggae night.

So I put extra care into my appearance. I mean, the guy had seen me plenty of times at my absolute worst. But suddenly, I felt this need to impress him, to make him want me.

As I spritzed myself with Kara's Love Spell body spray, she gave me a funny look. "Whoa," she said. "You never use that."

A look of dawning came over her face, followed by a smile that almost blinded me.

"Oh, my freaking God, do not even tell me that you like my brother!" she squealed so loudly I had to cover my ears.

"What? No," I said, kind of teasing but also suddenly not sure I wanted to admit it to her.

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