Page 71 of That Friendzone Feeling

“Lookat this chest,”Isay, stroking my fingers higher.

“You’veseen my chest a thousand times,” he breathes, looking down at where our bodies meet.

“Yes, butIhaven’tseenit before.”

Everythingis different now.Helooks different, sounds different, feels different.Andtomorrow everything between us will be different.Ijust have to hope it’s different in a good way.

Itrace the line of his pecs and tweak both nipples.

“Christ,Em.You’reso warm and wet and so fucking delicious.”

Hereaches between us and strokes my clit in time with the increasing pace of his thrusts.

Thefarther he pulls out, the more incredible the sensation of being filled by him when he pushes back in.

Hedrops on top of me, mouth on my breast, his tongue finding my nipple and joining the rhythm.

NowI’mlost.There’sno turning back.

“Oh,God.Walker,Ican’t.”Myhead rolls from side to side, lost in the sensations of his mouth, his touch and his dick.I’mlost inWalker.Lostin my best friend, who’s about to make me come like never before.Maybeit’sbecausehe’s my best friend thatI’mabout to come like never before.

Hebuilds the crest of a wave above me, higher andhigher.ThenIcan’t hold on, can’t hold back any longer.Thewave breaks and crashes over me.

Thesurges of pleasure keep coming.Icontract against him, let go of the headboard and grasp his broad muscular shoulders instead.

Hismouth lifts from my breast.Hegasps and thrashes asIthrust back against him, gripping him inside me with all my might.

“JesusfuckingChrist,” he cries.

Hisback arches as he snaps his hips toward me in his hardest thrust of the night.

Thenhe’s over the top with me too.AndnowIget to see another new side of him, the expression on his face, the beauty of him lost in me, lost in his pleasure.It’san expressionInever want to end.AndIwant to see it over and over again.

Werock against each other in gradually decreasing waves until we come to rest, panting and sweaty, his face buried in the pillow next to mine.

Istroke my fingers over the muscles of his damp back. “YoulikeSmuttyEmily, huh?”

Heeases himself up, digs his elbow into the pillow, and rests his head in his hand. “Ifucking love her.”

Istroke his swollen lips. “I’venever seen a smile quite like that before.”

Hedrags a finger between my breasts and down to my belly button, drawing a line in the mix of our sweat.

“MaybebecauseI’venever felt so fucking happy before,” he says.

AndIknow exactly what he means.Becauseneither haveI.

Butnow, as my mind crawls out of its lust-fogged stupor, a little voice at the back of it whispers that thismuch happiness means there’s so much farther to fall, so much more damage to do.

Iplant a soft, gentle kiss on his mouth and allow the whisper to have a voice. “Butwhen it doesn’t work out, we’ll have lost everything,”Itell him.

“Hey, tellSensibleEmilyto fuck off.”Hepushes my hair off my damp forehead. “Becausewhat if itdoeswork out?”

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WALKER

Hmm, the bliss of waking up next to the finest warm body beside me.