Page 31 of More Than a Friend
Skylar is a strong, independent badass, but her room shows her softer side so few get to see. The side that sits with my kids and lets them do her makeup, the side that cries when we watch a sad movie. The side she showed me when she admitted she was scared of losing me.
I love every part of Skylar, and I can’t wait to show her just how much.
Skylar stops me at the foot of the bed and cups my face, bringing our lips back together. The urgency is still there underneath the gentle way her lips slide over mine, but this kiss isn’t nearly as harsh.
We take our time exploring each other’s mouths in languid caresses and savoring sips. Our tongues dance and tangle, we nip at each other’s lips, and our hands wander the hills and valleys of the other’s body.
Sky’s hands stroke down my back and around to my waist before they slide up underneath the crewneck I’m wearing, her touch searing me when her fingertips meet the skin on my side.
“Your skin is so soft,” she mumbles against my lips. “Can I take this off?”
I nod, letting her slowly pull the garment above my head and toss it somewhere in her room.
I’m not wearing a bra, and Sky’s eyes flare with heat as my breasts are revealed. Her eyes follow the path her fingers take, tracing reverently over the newly exposed skin. Even though she’s seen me naked before, it’s like she’s seeing it for the first time.
“Do you know how captivating you are?” Skylar whispers, gently rubbing her thumb just below my breast.
I swallow down the lump of emotion in my throat and shake my head. For as long as Shea and I were married, I don’t think he ever looked at me the way Skylar is right now—full of admiration and unabashed desire. He would call me beautiful or sexy in the heat of the moment, but he never looked at me like I was something to be worshiped or adored.
Skylar tsks, clearly reading my mind. “He was a fool. But I don’t want you thinking about him right now. The only name I want you to remember tonight, Ava, ismine.”
You’re all I think about, anyway.
I don’t say it, though.
“Can I see you? Please?” I ask, bringing my hands to the hem of her T-shirt.
Skylar nods, so I slowly pull the fabric up, reveling in every newly exposed inch of skin. When I finally get the shirt over her chest, revealing her blue lace covered breasts, my actions become hastier.
I pull the shirt completely off and toss it in the direction she tossed mine, but I don’t see where it lands because I’mtoo mesmerized by the way her taut nipples press against the delicate lace.
Without me having to ask, Skylar unclasps the back of the bra and tosses it away. I cup her heavy breasts in my hands, relishing the way they spill over my palms.
“I was so sad I didn’t get a chance to see these—touch these—last time,” I whisper, rubbing a stiff nipple with my thumb. She moans, arching into my touch.
“You can touch all you want, sweetheart. As long as I get my turn to play with you after.”
“Can I taste them?”
As soon as she nods her consent, I dip my head and take one of her nipples into my mouth, swirling the hard little nub with my tongue and sucking gently.
Sky’s hand comes to the back of my head, pushing me closer to her as she arches into me again.
Her skin tastes how she smells—like citrus and luxury.
I fear I may become addicted.
Especially when she moans above me as I suck harder on her nipple. I pluck the other one between two fingers, and she thrusts her hips, searching for more friction where she needs it most.
Before I can switch sides, she threads her fingers through my hair, tugging just hard enough to pull me off of her.
“I didn’t get to taste the other one,” I pout.
Sky chuckles, giving me a quick peck on the lips before she hooks her thumbs into my leggings and pulls them down my legs. “You’ll get a chance, baby, but let’s lie down. It’ll be easier.”
Once my leggings are off, she divests her own and lies on the bed, opening her arms for me to join her.
I should play it cool, lie next to her, follow her lead, but I’m eager to have her back in my mouth. I kiss her lips, then hercheek, then her neck, making my way back down to the breast I didn’t get to taste yet.
