Page 303 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet

Every move of mine is matched by him. Every sweep of his lips on mine earns one in return. We fuck and we kiss like we know exactly how the other person likes it.

Or, really, like we’re discovering each other’s pleasure at the same damn time. Finding it, meeting it, exceeding it.

I take him in long, slow, passionate strokes, indulging in every single thrust.

Owen trembles under me, shudders running down his body. Every euphoric stroke sends me one step closer to ecstasy, one step nearer to the edge. I want to fly off it with him.

“Want to come with you,” I tell him as I roll my hips, then thrust into him.

Owen curls his palm around his cock, jerking it.

I shake my head. “Let me, please. Let me get you there.”

“Take me there,” he murmurs, letting go. I rise up to my knees, one hand on his thigh, the other on his gorgeous dick, and like that, I fuck him deep.

Passionately.

He’s beautiful beneath me, all carved muscles and openness, all need and hunger. I can see it written in his eyes, etched on his features.

When I drive into him, hitting his prostate, he unleashes a carnal groan.

A wild, needy yes, chased by my name.

It sounds like a desperate plea.For me. I crave it like air. “Say my name again,” I demand.

“River,” Owen groans as I jerk him harder, faster. His hands fly to his hair. Like he did before. Like he must do when he’s close.

“God, I’ve wanted this so much,” Owen moans. “Wanted you so much.”

As I shuttle my fist faster, he’s groaning and babbling, words likeso good, andyes, andyou, just you, and it’s erotic and insanely romantic at the same time.

And it’s exhilaratingly clear as the intensity of all my emotions barrels into me at once.

I’m fucking my best friend.

I’m fucking the man I’m falling for.

And I’m pretty sure this man is falling for me too.

Those blissful thoughts kaleidoscope through my brain as my fist flies over his hot, slick length.

Owen shudders, hips jerking, as he comes hard in my palm, and all over his stomach.

Electric pulses of pleasure surge in me. I’m close, so damn close.

“Come on me,” he begs.

I’ll give him anything he wants.

I pull out, rip off the condom, and pump my cock a few times till I’m coming on him with a savage groan and a string ofyes, yes, yeses, then his name.

And it feels so right to stay like this.

Just like this.

Soon, the deliciously mind-numbing pleasure of my orgasm sinks me under into a brand-new land of rapture.

Into a new kind of falling.