Page 69 of Honeymoon Phase
“Okay, fine, you’re not drunk,” I lament with a smile that I can feel all the way down to my toes.
“So...” she starts, her eyes glittering with teasing mirth as she bites her lip and looks up at me. “Show me what a real kiss from Luke Fletcher feels like, then. Better I find out now than on our wedding day in front of all our friends and family.”
I hum a noise of discontent because that’s exactly what I am. I am discontented at the idea of kissing her, because if I kiss her the way I want to kiss her, I won’t want to stop.
But if I act like a good boy, like her friend, like the respectable man my mother raised me to be and walk into my room without tasting her lips when I had the chance...
I will regret it for the rest of my life.
“You want me to kiss you, Addison?” My voice is strained and husky, revealing just how badly I want this.
She closes her eyes, letting my words wash over her. A shiver trembles through her body before she blinks up at me and answers, “Yes.”
Exhaling sharply, I grab the bill of my hat, turning it aroundso the brim is no longer in my way when I do what I’ve been wanting to do for the better part of our friendship.
In one fluid motion, I close the distance between us, backing her up as I press my arm against the wall above her head, caging her in.
All humor drains from her face as she looks at me like she’s never seen me before. Her minty breath is labored as her eyes score my lips, anticipation heady as my other hand finds her waist, my fingers twitching along the inch of her hot skin exposed between the bottom of her sweater and her jeans.
This is it. I’m finally going to kiss my best friend.
My jaw aches with restraint as I whisper against her lips, “This is how our first kiss should have gone.”
She inhales sharply as I crush my mouth to hers, her whole body tensing and then relaxing beneath me as I take in her essence like a starved fucking animal.
Her fingers dig into my sides as I spread her lips apart with my tongue, sweeping in to claim the inside of her. I want to taste her, consume her, savor her in every way possible. Leave no stone unturned in case this is the only time she’ll ever let me do this. I’ve thought of this moment way too many times to hold back now.
She whimpers as her hands move to my back, pulling me in as her tongue plays with mine.
Fuck yes, she wants this just as much as I do.
She arches into me and I thrust my tongue deep in her mouth, my cock aching as it thickens inside my jeans. I marvel at the sensation of her soft pillowy lips gliding against mine, catching on my mustache in a way that lights my fucking skin on fire.
My mind reels with the reality of what’s happening. I’m kissing my best friend. I’ve finally crossed that forbidden bridge Iwasn’t supposed to cross, and now that I’m here, my mind begs for more. I imagine her naked in my bed just ten feet away, my scent all over her, but instead of my tongue in her mouth it’s my cock in her cunt and my name on her lips as she cries out her orgasm.
My kiss grows frenzied and erratic with my wandering thoughts, so I pull away to nip down her jaw, my tongue sliding against her throat, tasting the scent of her and burning it into memory.
“Luke,” she cries out my name like she’s making my dirty thoughts come to life. The tone of her voice has me digging in harder on her neck, sucking and biting her flesh, moving to the other side next, desperate to consume her whole fucking being.
I suddenly understand the psyche of vampires.
The urge to devour something so delectable, so tempting, so innocent and soft and hard in all the right places is a fucking head trip. I want every single part of her to be mine.
She moves her hand to my chin, forcing my head back up to her face. Her hooded eyes stare desperately at my lips, so I take my sexual deviance out on her mouth again, her tongue equally as feverish as mine.
We kiss like our lives depend on it. Like we both are aware of what we’ve been missing out on, day after day, night after night in all the years we’ve been friends. To have had something that feels this good right at our fingertips all this time and not have given in is an exercise in saintlike restraint.
When we finally come apart for air, I press my forehead to hers, refusing to let even an inch of space come between us, savoring the aftershocks of this reality, inhaling in her scent, her breaths, her heart and her soul.
My cock thumps against her heat, letting her know exactly what this kiss did to me.
All of me.
She’s fucking perfect.
She’s my wife.
And I want nothing more than to fuck her up against this wall right here and right now.
