Page 60 of Now or Never

He took a deep breath, his brain filling with the sweet scent of her hair, then slowly exhaled. This was fine. Nice. Actually, it was more than nice. It was downright enjoyable. He ran his hand up her arm to her shoulder and back down to her elbow. When she shivered a little, he wondered what she would do if he slid his hand up her spine into her hair.

Or up her thighs.

His thoughts were going in an extremelyunfriendly direction.

Maybe touching each other in a friendly way was predicated on each partynothaving unfriendly thoughts. If that was the case, he was failing miserably.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her lips. Or how soft her skin was. Or how squishy her tits would be when he buried his face in them.

“Don’t you think?”

A record scratched to a stop in his mind.

Fuck. Was she talking this whole time?

“Mmm . . .”

It was a panic answer. He knew it. She knew it.

She stopped and turned toward him, leaning away from his body and piercing him with those jewel eyes. Her pink lips stretched into a smile. “You weren’t listening to me.”

Adam shook his head. “No.”

Chelsea laughed. “Why not?”

I was thinking about your tits, was probably an unacceptable answer. He looked down at her lips. That would be a less offensive answer without him having to lie. His eyes grazed down her body to her little plaid shorts.I was thinking about your thighs, was a creepy thing to say.

He shrugged, lost, then looked back up at her face. But when he saw her eyelids had grown heavy, and her pretty lips had parted, and her chest was heaving as if she’d just been chased by a pack of wild dogs, he gave up his search for a reply.

He knew he’d never be able to find one while looking at her.

She lifted her hand and slowly brought it to his thigh, resting it there for a moment, then moving a millimetre higher toward the outline of his dick in his grey jogging pants.

Jesus.

He was lost. His brain was gone. He had absolutely no idea what to do next.

The comforting thing was that she was right there with him, locked in this weird trance, searching for an exit but hoping to never find one. If she was going to touch him, it only seemed fair that he could touch her.

He placed a gentle hand low on her back, slid it up her spine. Just as he imagined, her eyelids dropped, and she let out a shiver-sigh that brought him an inordinate amount of satisfaction. He wanted to do everything to her. Learn everything that she liked. Make her happy.

“Adam?”

He slipped his hand up the back of her neck and put his fingers in her soft hair. “Yeah?”

She tipped her head back into his hand, exposing more of her neck, pushing her chest closer to his face. She moved up to her knees, then slid one leg over his thighs and straddled his lap, settling down right on top of his out-of-control erection.

Then she moaned.

And her eyelids fluttered closed.

And her neck was close to his lips.

“I’m not sure friends touch each other this much,” he said, unable to stop his internal thoughts from pouring out. “This feels like a line crossed.”

Chelsea chuckled a little. “Adam, I’m sitting on your erection. The line is a dot in the rear-view mirror at this point.”

“So youdon’ttouch your friends like you were touching me?”

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