Page 9 of Hard To Love

“Was it okay for you?” she asked, and I lost her eyes again. She was nervous. That was obvious. And I didn’t like it. We’d been friends for a lifetime. I didn’t want her to be nervous or anxious around me. I wanted to be her safe space.

“Not that it wasn’t,” she quickly added, her face brightening with every syllable that slipped past her lips. “It was perfectly nice. I just—"

“Shut up, Sandy,” I clipped.

“No, I just, I don’t want you upset, I just—" A growl escaped from me, and I lost my mind.

My hand tightened around the back of her head, and when I kissed her this time, my mind blanked. I kissed her with everything I had.

Screw perfect first kisses.

I wanted a lifetime of them.

There was no slow build, not even a small semblance of control. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She had no choice but to give in. My tongue plundered and dueled with hers. I swallowed her moans, and her fingers tightened against the back of my neck. A guttural sound vibrated through my chest at the feel of my girl tugging on the longer strands at the back of my head. She shifted off the couch.

My little wildcat was greedy.

It was an unexpected but welcome surprise. Sandy had always seemed so shy I had wondered what she would be like once I had her under me or on me. Brilliantly perfect was how she was.

She tried to get closer, and I fell to the ground. She landed right on top of me. But our kiss never stopped. Not completely. Her lips on mine, we shared the same air as she laughed wholeheartedly against my mouth. And hot damn, it felt really damn great.

The best.

She pulled back the moment she settled on my lap, my ass on the ground. Her thighs straddled mine, and there was no denying the effect we had on one another. “Auggie,” she breathed, her cheeks brighter than I’d ever seen them. “You’re hard.”

“I’m always like this when you’re around,” I gritted tightly, and she ground against my length. I could feel the heat of her panties through the denim of my pants. My hands gripped her hips. “You keep squirming, I’m gonna come.” She stilled on my lap and looked at me with wide eyes.

“Really?” she asked, almost innocently. Almost.But I knew better. That tone would cost me. That tone meant she had taken what I’d just said as a challenge.

“Sandy,” I warned sternly, but it was too late.

I’d been right.

My girl rolled her hips, and I watched as her face brightened and her brown eyes went hazy. She bit her lower lip, muffling a moan. I growled. Cupping her face, I used the pads of my thumbs to pull her lip from her teeth. “Only I get to bite you.” I breathed in deeply. My voice sounded scratchy to my own ears.

“Auggie.” Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she worked her perfect hips.

“Jesus, I can feel how wet you are,” I strained. The wet heat radiating against me had me losing the small sliver of control I’d managed to keep hold of. Sandy shocked me as she let go. Her inhibitions gone, my girl turned into a wildcat. Better than anything I could have fantasized about.

Better.

Wilder.

Bolder.

Her hips moved. Back and forth. The pressure felt incredible. Her face dipped closer, and her lips, Jesus, those perfect lips of hers touched my neck. Then I felt it. Her tongue swiped at my neck, and she moaned.

Fucking moaned with delight.

Like tasting and licking me pleasured her. The sound locked in my head and heart. Shit, it made me impossibly hard. My balls tightened.

“You taste so good,” she mewled, and I groaned. The deep vibrations coursed through my chest.

I’d never done anything remotely sexual with anyone else. I wasn’t ashamed about being a virgin. I’d been waiting for Sandy. The one and only woman I had ever wanted. No one else would have measured up to even the idea of her. Knowing how she kissed and how her sweet body felt over mine, no one but her would ever do. I was ruined.

Ruined by my best friend.

I might not have had the experience, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t watched porn. That I didn’t know how to satisfy myself or that I didn’t have an imagination. Fuck, I had a great one. Now that she was on my lap, I had a never-ending list of things I wanted to do to her.