“I forgot you were always too good to be friends with me.” I start to turn away, to storm out of the kitchen when he catches me by the upper arm, pulling me to him.
A wicked grin is on his lips, and his eyes flash with fire. My heart beats faster, and the hairs on my arms rise.
He’s possessive and predatory, and I remember he knows what I look like naked.
“No, Cass…” He draws closer, forcing my head to tilt back to look up at him. Our lips are so close, his warm breath skates across my cheek. “I’m not your friend, because when it comes to us, the friend zone is not my lane.”
I swallow and my voice is breathy. “What is your lane?”
His hand slides up my waist, under my sweater, and his thumb circles my n!pple through my sports bra. It hardens at once, and I exhale a little whimper.
My tongue slips out to wet my lips, and his darkening eyes move to them. I can’t breathe. He continues circling, watching my lips part, making my p--sy wetter as his mouth drifts lower.
Placing my hands on his chest, I rise onto my toes. My eyes flutter closed, and I press my lips to his just like I did so long ago when he was a sad, handsome boy who’d lost his grandfather. When he told me I was pretty, and my entire body came to life.
His full lips are soft and warm, and as soon as they touch mine, his hand tightens on my waist, pulling my pelvis flush against his.
His erection is against my belly. A low growl rumbles in his throat, and he takes control.
The kiss turns possessive, demanding. The hand on my breast moves into the side of my hair as he opens my mouth with his.
Again, I whimper when his tongue slides against mine, curling and coaxing, and my hands rise higher, tracing my nails along his square jaw. I hold his scruffy cheeks like he’s mine, like we’re in this for real.
Images of his naked body flood my memory, and I want him against me, inside me. No one has ever kissed me this way, like he’s staking his claim, and he’ll never let me leave him.
“This is my lane, Cass.” His lips move across my cheek to my ear. “It’s always been my lane. Understand?”
My eyes are closed, and I’m nodding before he finishes speaking. “Yes…”
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