Page 13 of Delay of Game

“But why do you need the multiple formats?”

“Because I like to reread my favorites, and they’re nice to look at on my shelves. My little shrines.” She giggles.

“You reread books?” I ask, curious as to why she’d do that when she always complains about having too many books on her list.

Alice makes a little indignant noise, and I turn my head towards her. Her face is a few inches away from mine and even though she’s still a little drunk and tired, she looks so beautiful my heart aches.

“What?” I ask.

“Haven’t you ever revisited a favorite movie or video game? How is rereading any different?”

I contemplate it for a second while she narrows her eyes at me. She’s right, of course, but I like messing with her, keepingher in suspense. Her button nose wriggles while she waits for my answer and it’s the cutest fucking thing.

“I suppose you’re right,” I say, turning my head back and facing the ceiling, clasping my hands under my head.

“You suppose?” she squeaks, and rises up on her elbow, looking down at me. Her long blond hair falls around her like a curtain and brushes my chest.

I shrug nonchalantly and she purses her lips. I’m hyperaware of how close she is, how sweet she smells, how laser-focused her gaze is on my mouth. But I don’t expect what comes next.

Alice grins and leans in, tickling my sides. “Say I’m right, and there’s nothing wrong with my book obsession,” she says as I laugh uncontrollably, trying to bat her hands away. She’s frickin’ stronger than I expected, and the more I try to push her off me, the more she tickles me.

“Okay, okay, there’s nothing wrong with your book obsession,” I wheeze out, but she doesn’t let up.

I give up fighting her off and instead grab for her sides, tickling her right back. She yelps and gives in almost immediately, begging for mercy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she says, a tear falling from the corner of her eye as she lands on my chest with a thud. My arms move of their own volition and hold her tight against me.

“Hmm, you can give it, but you can’t take it?” I tease, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Alice’s blue eyes flare, distracting me so much that I almost miss her answer, “Oh, I can definitely take it.”

My lips part in surprise at the innuendo and my tongue darts out to lick them. I don’t have the chance to say anything back as Alice leans in, taking me by surprise yet again.

“Fuck it,” she says, right before she crushes her lips to mine. My eyes widen and for a second, neither of us moves. Her lipsare soft against my own, one of her hands cupping my cheek, the other resting on my collarbone.

When her lips part against mine, I groan and close my eyes. I keep one arm tight around her waist, fisting the sheet with the other.Fuck, I’ve thought about this for longer than I want to admit, and now that she’s kissing me, I can’t seem to put a stop to it. Even though I should.

Alice kisses me tentatively, paying attention to every corner of my mouth before finding the confidence to nibble and tug at my bottom lip, asking to be let in all the way. When I open up for her, she becomes an entirely different person, her tongue brushing against mine as she readjusts herself to straddle me.

My control snaps and I dig one hand into her luscious long hair, crushing her to me. Her perky tits press against my chest, and I can feel her hard nipples through both of our thin cotton shirts.Fuck.

She moans against my mouth and grinds down on my cock, and I lose my damn mind. In one swift move, she’s on her back and I angle her head just right so I can kiss her deeper, wilder.

Her hands claw at my back, roaming over my body as I press her deeper into the soft mattress. I’m hard and needy, but I keep my erection away from her sweet heat. I let her take what she needs, enjoying the soft little noises she makes under me until?—

Alice’s hand skims down my torso and grips my cock through my jeans. That’s when reality crashes over me like a wave.

She was drunk off her ass an hour ago—she’ll regret it tomorrow.

She’s my best friend’s sister, what would our families think?

She deserves better.

I pull back from her mouth and rest my head on her chest. Slowly, I take hold of her hand and bring it up and over her head.

“What—what’s wrong?” Alice asks breathlessly.

I pull myself to my knees, looking down at her flushed face, but refrain from touching her again.

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