“I know,” I reply.
I sound exactly the same, as though my words are meant to remind me. They fail.
And then it happens again, the irresistible sweeping up into pleasure. She can’t stop, no more than I can, both of us crushing closer together, our bodies screaming, desperate, needing each other more than oxygen.
I move to the side a little, giving me enough space to slip my hand up her thigh.
Fuck.
This was a mistake, and yet it’s also the best thing I’ve ever done. Her leg feels as full as I knew it would, with thick, gorgeous thighs and plenty of beautiful creamy flesh for me to sink my hand into.
I indulge shamelessly, starving for her, as I grind my hand higher and higher up her leg, getting closer to her heat.
She pauses in the kiss, our teeth clicking together.
It’s like a message like she’s wordlessly reminding me how wrong this is.
But there’s no way to stop now.
Perversely, I almost want somebody to walk down the stairs to interrupt us.
It’s the only way I’d be able to prevent myself from doing this, betraying my best friend, and following my heart… and every other part of me.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hallie
This is bad. This is so bad.
The words bounce on a loop in my mind, even as every other part of me screams that it’s right, perfect, us.
It’s the only thing we can do, coming this close, giving into this desire.
My lips are sore from the kissing, but I don’t stop.
Kissing him feels too freaking perfect, like our lips were made for each other. And it means I don’t have to speak to justify this absolute insanity.
Mom, Lila, and most importantly, dad are sleeping upstairs. Any second, they could come down here. They could catch us.
They could realize the evil mistake we’re committing, the pain we’re willing to cause.
And for what?
His hand pushes against my sex, over my shorts, and suddenly I can’t think. It’s an explosion of heat, unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
He moves his hand up and down, grinding against my core, making me feel needy and wanted and something new, something I can’t think about, just experience.
It’s belonging, maybe, wrapped up with the fundamental feeling that this is right, what we’re doing, even if I know it’s the exact opposite.
Or maybe it’s just the pressure of his powerful hand, the way he kisses me like he can’t even think about stopping, the carnal growl in his moaning as he presses harder against my sex.
He rubs fiercely, making my lips tingle, and my clit ache like it never has before.
Nothing can compare with this, not all the dozens of times I’ve imagined him touching me, tried to imagine what it would be like, having him this close, this hungry for me.
But no imagination could’ve prepared me.
He rubs harder, the kiss breaking off, our lips close, our teeth clicking.
He moves away slightly but keeps pumping his hands between my legs.
He’s watching me, I think, but it’s hard to tell when my gaze is fixated on his muscular chest, and my eyes are hazy with pleasure.
“Come for me,” he snarls quietly, leaning to whisper in my ear. “I want you to cream like the obedient young thing you are. You’re going to do what I say, Hallie, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper, rising to the challenge, to the tremoring desire in his voice.
“Then be a good girl and fucking come.”
My hips start to move in time with his hand, even as I silently scream at myself to stop.
I try to think about dad walking in here, what he’d say.
But then all I can focus on is the rising heat, exploding through me, tearing me apart, as though Hayden’s got flames at the ends of his fingers.
The fabric of my PJ shorts is thin, letting me feel his strong touch as he begins to palm me, rubbing my entire core.
I have to collapse forward against him to stop myself from screaming.
The orgasm erupts like never before, like I’m going to shoot off the kitchen counter and go crashing through the ceiling.
My legs are shaking like crazy, my whole body pumping, as instinct makes me open my mouth and bite down on his chest.
“That’s it,” he snarls. “I bet you want to scream this whole house down right now.”
“Hmm,” I moan, my soaked pussy pulsing in time with his caresses, my hips twitching endlessly, chasing more and more pleasure.
Every moment, I have to remind myself I’m not in a dream.
This is really happening.
Hayden Hunter, my mega crush, is rubbing my pussy like his life depends on it, like it’s his only mission to bring me to a searing orgasm.
My core gets crazily tight, as though gathering more pleasure, and then I bite down with even more unstoppable euphoria on Hayden’s chest.
I taste his skin through his shirt, his sweat, him.