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Five fucking years of knowing better. Of telling myself Beckett’s little sister was a line I would never cross. Now she’s sitting in my lap asking me to.
Her nose brushes mine, her pouty mouth is right there for the taking and fuck I want it so badly my jaw aches.
She closes the last inch, but I turn my head at the last minute and her lips catch the corner of my jaw. “No.”
She freezes. The word costs me more than she’ll ever know.
“No?”
I force my hands to loosen on her hips.
“Not like this.”
Her face changes. Shit.
“Why?”
“You’ve been drinking.”
“I’m not that drunk.”
“You just climbed into my lap and said a lot of shit you probably wouldn’t have spilled after a cup of hazelnut coffee.”
“It doesn’t mean it’s not true.” Tears swim in her eyes.
“I know and that makes it worse.” I sigh.
“Well now you know what I want, and based on what's currently pressing against me, pretty sure you want this too. So, what’s the problem?”
“You might know what you want right now.” I make myself meet her eyes. “I need you to know what you want tomorrow.”
Not that it matters. Because tomorrow she will still be my best friend’s little sister and this will be another thing we pretend never happened.
For once, Delaney doesn’t have a comeback.
“Come on, Laney.” I brush a strand of hair away from her face. My finger catches beneath the black ribbon circling her throat, dragging lightly over the velvet. “Let's go inside.”
“Don’t make me beg.”
Double Fuck. A new image: her on her knees, wearing nothing but my jersey, begging as she wraps her perfect pink lips around my, nope.
She catches both my hands and guides them lower, to the tops of her bare thighs. “You keep touching me like you’re afraid to.”
My fingers dig into her skin before I can stop them. “I’m not afraid to touch you.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” She leans in, and this time I’m ready for her to go for my lips. She doesn’t. Her lips brush the side of my mouth instead.
Every muscle in my body locks.
“Laney.”
Another kiss, just beneath my jaw, and my hands flex hard enough against her perfect skin. I pray she doesn’t have bruises tomorrow. She has to feel exactly how close I am to saying fuck every good intention I’ve had tonight.
She smiles against my skin, kissing her way down my neck as she grinds on me.
Little fucking menace.
She moves faster and faster and I know if I don’t stop she’s going to get herself off right here, right now. Her moans sound like a mix of please and don’t stop.
