Page 60 of My Brother's Best Men
“Yes, you,” she says softly.
“But…when I…you always?—”
“You were fifteen, Matthew. I was about to graduate. I shouldn’t have felt the way I did, but I couldn’t help that I did, so I did the only thing I could.”
Understanding dawns on me. Shedidlike me. She did feelsomethingfor me.
And she kept it hidden, kept it to herself because she was trying to be the better person, the bigger person. The adult.
“You pushed me away because you thought I was too young for you.”
“Youweretoo young for me,” she says, her voice faint like the wind.
There’s a strange tension between us as she looks at me, and I believe her. I believe she did what she felt was best, but that was a long time ago.
Now…
“What about now?” I ask, my voice darker than it should be.
“Matthew…” she whispers. I lean closer to her, bringing my face down to hers. I’m not that much taller than her, but I’ve got a few inches, enough that I have to lean down to meet her lips.
“I’m not a kid anymore, Soph.” I settle one hand on her hip. Her dress is damp from our tussle in the waves. She licks her lips, her gaze dipping from my eyes to my mouth, and I know the answer without her having to say it. “And I still want you.”
I let my lips graze hers, counting quietly in my head to three. Benny says all I need is three seconds of courage and the rest will come easily.
I hope he’s right.
Because I know without a doubt that the reason nothing has ever worked out with anyone else is because they weren’t Sophie Martin. I take a deep breath.
One.
She’s the one I’ve been waiting for.
“I neverstoppedwanting you,” I say, licking my lips.
Two.
“Oh, Matty…” The nickname on her tongue sounds sexier than it should. It sounds better than all the times I imagined her saying it.
Three.
I lean in without a second thought and kiss her.
She doesn’t startle or shift, or push me away. Instead, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, opening her mouth for me without hesitation.
I slide my tongue into her mouth, caressing her tongue as I give myself over to the moment. She tastes like iced tea and lemons, like wishes and patience.
She pulls back until we abruptly stop, and I nearly stumble with her. I brace my hand on something hard and realize it’s a rock, waist height and jutting out of the waves. Water crashes up against us, splashing on the rock and around our legs.
I look at her for a moment, the air between us thick with unspoken words.
And then she pulls me by the neck back down to her mouth and crushes her lips to mine.
I don’t think twice about returning her kiss. Her hands travel down my chest, and the button on my shirt pops from the slight pressure as Sophie slides her hands inside it. Her palm is warm palm on my chest as she rubs slightly, feeling me out.
I know there’s more to feel now than there used to be. I’m not a gym rat like Benny, but I’ve definitely filled out and then some.
Emboldened by her touch, I let my mouth travel from hers to her jaw, then to her neck, and she tenses, letting out a soft moan as my cock twitches.
