Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
I’d seen the hesitation on his face when I mentioned sharing the bed, when I told him to sit next to me. Surely he didn’t feel weird about it? Maybe he noticed how I stared at him, came to the conclusion I felt more than just being friends with him? But I felt the mattress give way a bit as he got on the bed beside me, and then he was lying down, both of us quiet.
I should have just gone to sleep, let the alcohol take me away, but I was too strung out on the pleasure I felt for Devon, at the feel of his big, hard body right beside me, and of the feeling of his arm pressed against mine.
I rose up and braced my upper body with my elbows, looking over at him. His legs hung over the end of mattress, his right arm over the side. I breathed out heavily, trying to catch my breath, because Devon was a big guy, alpha and strong. He made me feel so very feminine.
His chest rose and fell evenly, his eyes closed. I stared at his face, the way his dark hair was mussed. He’d been running his hands through it a lot tonight. I knew he’d been upset about why I’d lost my job. But he controlled himself and hadn’t brought it up again. Although I knew he wouldn’t let it go.
God, I wanted Devon so much, and the fog, the blur of the liquor racing through my blood, had me reaching out and running my fingers along the center of his chest. Even though I only had a few fingers pressed to him, I felt his heat, the hardness of his muscles. My body was on fire, my pussy wet, my nipples hard. Every part of me tingled, so alive I didn’t know how to breathe in that moment.
My love for him was so strong, so fierce, that it sucked the life out of me, had my stomach, my chest clenching so painfully I couldn’t wrap my mind around any of it. Bringing the tip of my index finger over his right pec, I felt his muscles jump underneath the digit. He was so masculine, so powerful. I trailed my finger up the opposite side and rested my palm over his heart, letting the strong, steady beat calm my own racing one. I closed my eyes and felt my breathing finally slow, but when I opened them and looked at Devon’s face, my breath hitched as I saw his eyes were open and he stared right at me.
His focus was so clear, so level as he watched me.
“Hey,” he said in a husky, serrated voice.
I went to move my hand away, but his reflexes were fast, even in his buzzed state. His grip on my wrist was strong yet gentle, as if he didn’t want to let me go, refusing to give me the option, but making sure not to hurt me.
Devon pushed himself up until he was propping his upper body with one of his elbows, his muscles so tense they bulged under the material of his shirt. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as I stared into his eyes and felt something shift in the air. Maybe it was the alcohol; maybe it was the heat that suddenly seemed to fill the room, but I felt myself getting lost in his blue eyes.
After a prolonged moment, Devon let go of my wrist, slid his hand up my arm, and cupped the side of my face. A gasp left me, the tingles racing along my arms and legs intensifying.
“Leila,” he whispered as he leaned in. I was frozen in place as his mouth was now just inches from mine. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
I closed my eyes, breathing out slowly, shakily. Everything inside me yearned for this, for Devon to want me in every way I wanted him, in every way friends weren’t supposed to explore. And although there was this powerful desire to give myself over to Devon, this little voice told me to stop, to not let this get too far. I didn’t want those lines to be blurred, for all the years we’d been best friends to be ruined all over one night of passion.
But even though that very real reality slammed into me, I knew I couldn’t stop this.
“Leila,” he groaned again, and then he had his mouth on mine.
I was so stunned that he actually crossed that line. I figured if anyone was more level-headed it would be Devon.
I should have pushed him away, stopped this. But I added pressure to his mouth, closed my eyes, and got lost in the sensation of finally kissing Devon in this way.
Sparks shot from my mouth and went all the way through my body, settling in my clit, causing the bundle of nerves to throb. It was intense and potent, and we hadn’t done more than press our mouths together.