Page 68 of That Friendzone Feeling

“BecauseIwas being sensible.”

Slowly, oh, so slowly, his mouth makes its way down my back, giving a whole new meaning to “spine-tingling.”

“Andwhy aren’t you running away now?”Hislips move against the last bit of bare skin above my tights.

“BecauseIdon’t wantto.”

AndIdon’t.We’recrossing a line we’ll never be able to come back from.Andas dangerous as that is, as much as it risks ruining everything forever,Ican’t leap over that line fast enough.

IsenseWalkerstraighten, then his hands are inside my open dress.Ijump as he makes contact with my waist and slides around to my stomach.ExactlywhatI’dfantasized about when he unzipped me last week.Thisman is one sexy mind reader.

Hestrokes lower down my belly as he takes my earlobe into the warmth of his mouth. “Whatchanged your mind?”

Hisbreath against my ear is like a lightning strike to my clit.

“Touchme andI’lltell you,”Ibreathe asItilt my head toward his.

Heslips his hand between my legs and pulls me back against his rock-hard groin.

“Imeant under my clothes.”

Hislips curve into a smile against my ear. “Oh, look who’s being domineering now.”

Andhis hand is inside my tights, then my underwear, his fingers sliding closer and closer to the part of me most desperate for his touch.

Ilean against him and drop my head back against his chest, awaiting the delicious moment of first contact.

Hecircles his target, teasing me.Thenhis finger’s on my clit, andIswear toGodIcould come right this second.

Desperatefor some part of him to grab onto,Ireach up over his shoulder and hold tightly to the back of his neck.

Hepushes himself against my butt as his finger presses and circles just the right amount, his breathing almost as heavy as mine.

Thenhis finger’s gone, and he steps back from me. “What…” is allIcan manage to mumble in my foggy haze.

“Ican do better than that,” he says, spinning me to face him.

Hismouth meets mine in a long, deep, searching kiss.Idon’t know what he’s looking for, butI’mabsolutely certain it’s me he’s found.

Ireach for him and trace the long hard outline through his jeans.

Hepulls back and whispers, “Armsup.”

“Oh, you’re so bossy,”Isay, doing exactly as he asked.

Hegrabs the hem of my dress and lifts it up and up until it’s off and then casts it aside.

Iglance at it lying on the floor. “It’sinside out.”

“Itcan wait.”Hereaches around my back, unhooks my bra, and slides it off my shoulders and down my arms.Thentosses it on top of my dress.

“Lookat you,” he breathes with wonder, eating me up with his eyes as he strokes the curves of my breasts.

Hebrushes his thumbs over both nipples at the same time, shooting fireworks through me and making me wish he had a third hand.

Itouch his belt, and he drops his mouth to one nipple.

Holyshit.Thesucking, the teasing, the grazing of his teeth.Hereplaces his mouth with his hand and gives my other nipple the same treatment.