Page 73 of Feels Like Love
“I thought you were timid when it came to guys. A dating disaster. Your words, not mine.” I cupped the back of her neck and added, “But you’re never that way with me.”
“Yeah, but—” She blew out a breath. “You’re different.”
“Why?” I asked. I wanted—no,needed—to know before this went any further.
“Because you’re you,” she said, a soft smile playing at her lips. “You’ve always been there—whenever I had a scraped knee or was upset. You always made it better. Just like I know you’ll make this easier.”
She sighed. Apparently, she wasn’t done, and I wondered if she would’ve been so candid and brazen were it not for the wine. “I know you’re Liam’s best friend. But you and I have always been close, especially after these past few weeks together.”
“I feel the same way.”And more.“Which is why I’m hesitant to do this.”
“I know,” she sighed, glancing down briefly. “I do.”
My friendship with Liam was definitely a consideration. But I was tired of holding back my feelings for Wren. Of pretending I didn’t want her. What if this was my one shot? My chance to finally show her how good we could be together?
Or, more realistically, maybe this was my way to get closure. To put my feelings for her to bed once and for all. To get her out of my system so I could finally move on from the one woman I could never be with.
I’d already kissed her. Touched her body over her clothes. Was this really any different?
Don’t answer that.
“What do you want to know?” I couldn’t seem to help myself.
“I don’t know. Everything?” She flashed me a sheepish grin. “I mean, I’ve never really even seen one.”
Guess that answers my question about porn.
“What kind of ‘research’ have you done?” I asked.
“Read some articles. Some erotica.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose. This conversation was so wrong on so many levels. But my body didn’t know that. Actually, strike that, my body reacted like it was the best damn thing I’d ever heard. And I supposed, in some ways, it was. The idea of Wren touching me, pleasing me, had a rush of adrenaline and desire flooding my veins.
“Come with me.” I tugged on her hand, my voice gruff.
She swallowed hard and nodded, quickly doing as I said. When we made it to my room, I locked the door as soon as we were inside. I unzipped my pants, the hiss of the zipper echoing in the air. Electricity swirling between us like a thunderhead cloud puffing up. She watched my every move, licking her lips as I removed my pants and stepped out of them. Leaving me in a pair of boxers and my shirt.
“Will you take your shirt off too?” she asked, surprising me. “Please.”
I chuckled, gratified by her response. Her blatant desire.
The more layers between us, the better. I was already so keyed up, I didn’t know if I could handle the sight of her naked skin. Even so, I said, “I will if you will,” knowing it was a bad idea.
She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her breasts to me.Holy fuck.For a second, I thought I was going to black out, and I had to grip the edge of the dresser for support.
“You are so beautiful,” I said, knowing the rest of her would be just as magnificent. Large nipples, pebbled with arousal. Generous breasts that I wanted to take in my hands just to see how much would spill over.
She dipped her head, then said, “Your turn.”
I reached behind my neck and removed my shirt in one quick movement. Wren swallowed hard, running a hand up her neck and into her hair. I drank her in, trying to read her every reaction. Lust. Desire. Need. Desperation. I felt it all too.
“Last chance,” I said, dipping my fingers beneath my boxers.
She stood and joined me, her breasts brushing against my chest and making me groan. “Fuck, baby. It’s taking everything in me not to touch you right now. Not to throw you on the bed and do whatever I want.”
“What’s stopping you?” She grinned as she lowered my boxers. “Pretend I’m any other girl you take home.”
But she wasn’t just any other girl. This was Wren we were talking about.
