Page 57 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend
He lets out a low chuckle, but there’s no humor behind it. “It’s the most honest thing I’ve ever said. I’ve always thought you were pretty. And also badass.”
“Really?”
He blushes. “Well, yeah, you’re one of the most important people to me.”
“You’re the most important person to me too,” I breathe out.
He leans in and captures my mouth with his, and I could get drunk off Paxton’s kisses. I feel tipsy as he pulls away to say, “I can’t stop thinking about what happened at the club, and how badly I want more.”
More.
I want it too, and I make a silent wish that whatever happens between us doesn’t ruin anything. “I want more too.”
“No more thinking,” he says before kissing me again. He deepens the kiss and glides his hand under my shirt. “Your little outfit is driving me crazy.”
I feel the same about his gray sweatpants. All I want to do is rip them off his body. Instead, I roam my fingertips over the heated skin of his back, letting my nails rake up and down. Then I head under the waistband of his sweatpants, feeling his firm ass beneath my palms.
I can feel his erection through the thin material of my shorts.
He grinds into me with a growl, and I meet his thrusts. “Too many clothes,” he grumbles as he fights to get my shirt off.
We stop long enough to remove our clothes, and he fumbles with the nightstand, lying half across me, opening the drawer and swearing under his breath.
I prop up on my elbows. “What are you looking for?”
“I know I’ve got a condom in this drawer somewhere. It’s old as hell.”
“I’m on birth control injections.”
He stops moving and twists his body to look back at me. “What are you saying?”
I give him a small smile. “If there’s anybody I trust in this world, it’s you.”
“I’m clean. I swear.”
I nod. “I know.”
“Fuck, Hart,” he hisses before his lips find mine again. He lowers me back down, covering me with his body as he kisses the heck out of me.
It’s another life-changing kiss. One I’ll never forget.
I wrap my legs around his waist as his body hovers above me. He hikes my leg higher, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass. He peppers kisses along my neck, jaw, and down the column of my throat, making my body come alive with desire.
A white-hot heat flashes behind my eyelids as he brings his dick to my entrance.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispers, and my mind decides to hold on to that nugget of information for later. To dissect every syllable.
He pushes inside me, and my toes curl.
“Oh, Pax,” I moan out, my body acclimating to his size. “I’ve never been with anyone so big. Go slow,” I tell him, gazing into his soft-green eyes.
“Hartford, I don’t know if I can.” He pushes in deeper, his face looking like he’s in actual pain. “I’m so turned on. All I want to do is fuck you into this mattress, but I’ll go slow for you.”
I touch his face with my hand, grazing my fingers over the scruff on his chin. “You’re just so big.”
A small smile graces his lips. “Keep saying shit like that and I’m gonna fucking pound my cock so hard inside you that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Oh my.