Page 3 of Kissing My Brother's Best Friend

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LIAM

After Anna ran, I should have done the same. I should have left, gone home, and let the kiss remain just a wild part of a frat party game. The problem is that I’ve been in love with her for years, and I’ve gone over that kiss in my mind a million times before tonight.

I would have made Anna Anderson mine a million times over if her brother wasn’t my best friend, making the girl I want more than anything else off-limits … until tonight when she crossed the line first. And if I’m not mistaken, she kissed me with as much need as I felt for her.

Anna wants me, and because of that, I can’t leave her alone.

I walk in and close the door behind me. I don't look at her right away, but I can feel her watching me, waiting. When I finally turn, my eyes find hers, searching. I already know what she’s thinking.

"You know what I'm going to say, don't you?"

"If it's about the kiss, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

She’s lying.

"You're not sorry.”

"Yes, I am," she insists, her voice too quick. "I shouldn't have done it. You're my brother's best friend. I'm your best friend's sister."

I step forward, and she backs away until she hits the counter. She’s surprised, hand shooting out to grab something for purchase, but all she finds is my shirt, her fingers fisting into the fabric.

I take another step, closing the last of the space between us. This time, she doesn’t move.

"Liam..."

"You're not sorry, Anna. You wanted to kiss me. So you did. Don't deny it."

"Why did you let me?" she breathes.

"Because I wanted to kiss you, too."

Her lips part, pink tongue darting out to wet them, and I can’t take it anymore. Brody’s sister or not, I don’t give a damn.

This kiss is nothing like the one before. This time, I don’t hold back. I take control, my tongue parting her lips as I press against her. My hands skim down her body before gripping her waist, lifting her onto the cold ceramic bathroom counter.

The space is cramped, but neither of us cares. Her fingers tighten in my shirt, her body warm against mine. I slide one hand into her hair while the other stays firm on her hip. When she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, I’m swamped with the feeling of possessiveness. She’s mine. I’ve denied it forever, but in the back of my mind, I’ve always known.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Are you drunk?"

We speak at the same time, and she giggles.

"No," she says, breathless. "I'm a sleepy drunk, so I avoided it altogether to enjoy the party."

"Thank fuck," I exhale, resting my forehead against hers. "I haven't drunk either, just one beer. I have practice in the morning."

"Oh. Brody's going to be fucked, huh?"

"Anna," I groan. "The last thing I want to think about when your tongue was just down my throat is your brother."

She giggles again. “Oh. What, uh, do you want?—”

I cut her off with my mouth on hers again, and this time, my hands get in on the action, too. They start at her hips, sliding down to her ass, then up to her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through the fabric.

“God, Anna,” I whisper.

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