Page 15 of Fall of Us
“It’s too much.”
He laughed. “Is it?”
Why didn’t he seem to understand that this wasn’t as easy as giving in? There was too much on the line. This had the potential to throw everything between us into a tailspin. It could ruin everything.
“You don’t—”
“You’re overthinking it. What makes you think we’ll fail? We’ve been together since we were babies. Are we really foolish enough to think adding a relationship would change things?”
But didn’t relationships change things? This wasn’t just dating. This was kissing, and sex, and…
Shit. Sex. My dick throbbed in my jeans, angry that I had denied it some action.
I swallowed a few times, trying to calm down my heart. He had a point that I was probably overthinking it.
Andrew got up from his stool and moved to the other side of the counter. He encircled his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. A shudder raced through me as I sighed when his erection lined up with the crease of my ass. His reaction was impossible to ignore, and it made me even more aware of the intense attraction between us. When his lips landed on the shell of my ear, I sank into him.
“We can take this slow. There’s no reason to rush anything.”
And I knew that he’d never pressure me. I was more worried aboutmydesire to rush things. I’d been fighting this for too long.
When Andrew released me, he walked back around the counter and grabbed the bottle of tequila again. He held it up to show me and I shook my head. It wasn’t a good idea to have any more tonight, or I’d do something stupid—like give in to doing more than kissing him.
Andrew grinned and put the bottle on top of the fridge. I stared at it before I glanced back at him and threaded my fingers with his. It wasn’t weird to hold his hand. I’d done it thousands of times. But now it felt different because it meant so much more now.
Andrew said nothing would change because we’d always been close. But he was wrong. Everything changed.
Watching the early sunlight spill across his tanned skin made him seem ethereal. No one should be that beautiful. His dark waves spilled across his forehead, and I itched to brush them away. We’d slept like this a million times, but for the first time, I was seeing Andrew as something more.
His chest rose and fell as he breathed in his sleep. I felt like such a creeper, lying here and watching him, but I didn’t want to disturb him either. Nothing else had happened last night. Despite agreeing to take it slow, the longer I lay here in bed with him, I couldn’t help but feel tempted to do so much more. Would it be weird to kiss him awake? To touch him?
“What are you thinking about?”
I jumped at Andrew’s words, assuming he’d been fast asleep still. His dark, depthless eyes blinked at me as I stared at him. I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and gnawed at it as I thought of how I wanted to answer him. I didn’t miss the way his eyes trailed to the motion.
Andrew let out a soft chuckle before his warm fingers trailed down my side. I closed my eyes at the sensation. His hands on me felt amazing. I’ve had his hands on me often over the years, but nowmy body thrummed with heat and electricity. I wanted to know what they would feel like when they gave pleasure.
The next thing I knew, Andrew covered my mouth with his and kissed me softly. I let out the most pathetic sounding mewl before I wrapped my arms around him and returned his kisses more than a little enthusiastically.
My fingers tangled in his dark hair, and I held on for dear life as I tasted him. Our tongues wrapped around each other, and it didn’t matter that we had morning breath, because Andrew was the best thing I’d ever tasted.
It was easy to get caught up in the moment, to forget that this was supposed to be us taking it easy, slow, simple... I wanted him. The realization wasn’t new. I’d wanted Andrew for so dang long and now the opportunity was here.
My leg hooked over his thigh, drawing him closer. Andrew’s warm hands trailed across my back as our kisses deepened and became sloppy. Warning bells tried to clang in the back of my head, telling me that this was too much, too fast, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. This was everything I’d craved.
My hips rocked, and a zing ripped through my entire body at the feel of Andrew’s erection against me. He was hard for me. It was all for me. I couldn’t stop kissing him as my body took over, rocking against him again and again. It sought friction the only way I could get it. There was nothing between us but the thin cotton of ourunderwear and I wanted it gone. I wanted to feel more skin. To feel all of him.
Andrew’s hand gripped my ass and helped the motion of my needy hips as I continued to grind against him. He momentarily broke apart from my mouth to puff against my swollen lips. “So damn sexy, Brandon. Take what you need.”
I whined as I continued to thrust against him. This was worse than being a needy teenager. I just wanted to get off. And it almost felt wrong that I was using my best friend to get what I needed, but it also felt so perfectly right. Like this was all inevitable, anyway.
Just as suddenly as our morning started, my whole body shook as that familiar tingle raced up my spine. With a mild sense of horror, I came in my boxers. Heat and humiliation flooded me. There was no way that the first time I got to do this with Andrew, I’d gone off like I’d never had sex before in my life.
My eyes widened as I stared at Andrew, who seemed unfazed by what I’d just done, or he hadn’t noticed.
“Did you just...?”
My face heated. I nodded and a soft, “Uh huh,” escaped my lips.
