She didn’t know what hit her.
One minute she was laughing her ass off, the next she was over my shoulder with my palm on her fine ass as I carried her toward the master bathroom.
“Vaughn! Put me down!”
“No way, Perv. I’ll show you boring.”
“I take it back!” The more she squirmed, the more I tightened my grip.
“Too late.”
I stormed right into my shower and twisted the faucet. The instant the cold water shot at us from all directions, her squeals became deafening.
“Vaughn! What are you doing?”
I didn’t bother explaining. I allowed her body to slide down mine and then gripped her head in my hands forcing her to stare back at me. The water slowly turned warmer, but that wasn’t what was heating us up. It was what we both knew was coming. This would either be a huge mistake or just what we needed. There would be one way to find out.
The lid on our can of worms had a hole in it. With the kiss she initiated at that horrible woman’s restaurant, one worm slipped out. My follow-up kisses allowed a few more to get loose, and her admission of loving me let out a few more after that. With each confusing thing that happened between us, another one of those pesky worms wiggled its way free.
What finally popped that lid for good was when I realized just a few moments ago I wanted every piece of her. Not just her friendship, her support, or even her loyalty—I wanted every fine inch of her body. I wanted her moans, her sighs, her desire, and most of all, I wanted her heart.
That was when each one of those fucking worms began to run amok. And now that they were out, there was no putting them back.
“Vaughn,” she whispered. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything. I want this, Haven. This isn’t just a case of pleasure overbearing logic. I want us to be everything for each other… unless you don’t. If you don’t, if you can’t do this with me, I’ll understand. I’ll be in your life any way you want me to be. Just friends, or more.”
When she closed her eyes, the water clinging to her long lashes mesmerized me. I kissed each one before kissing her forehead.
Her lids slowly rose to reveal her warm chocolate eyes. “I’ve always wanted more, but what if…”
“No. No wasting time on things we can’t predict. If you want me, and I want you, that’s what we focus on. Okay?”
Silence meant she was processing everything—my words, her feelings, and regardless of what I said the “what ifs” as well.
“Okay,” she finally said before lifting on her toes and kissing me softly on my lips. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Anything.”
“Why the hell are we in this shower fully clothed?”
“It was either come in here and cool off, or throw you on my bed. And if I did the latter, there would be no turning back. I went from zero to sixty in a week. I don’t want to rush things now that we’re here.”
“So, we’re really doing this?” She smiled in her Haven way, and it confirmed what I already knew.
“Yes, we’re doing this.”
We stayed in my shower until our exposed skin pruned. The entire time, I forced myself to kiss her softly. I made myself savor that one act, and nothing else. There was no touching besides my arms wrapped around her and hers around me. After sharing a few slow, tender, tentative kisses, she broke away from my mouth, and by the look in her eyes I knew she needed more… just as I did.
Removing our soaked clothing wasn’t easy. With great difficulty, I first peeled away my T-shirt and sweats. Then, like unwrapping a present, I removed her sweatshirt and jeans next. Each part of her body I revealed caused the thin thread that my willpower dangled from to tighten a bit more.
When she stood in nothing but a drenched blue lace bra and a pair of Sponge Bob panties, my eyes feasted on her smooth skin pebbled with goose bumps from head to toe.
Her eyes traveled down my body, stopping on the visible outline of my hard-on, and moved back up to meet my gaze with an expression that looked like she starved for me. It was, by far, the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
That was what caused that thin thread holding my willpower to snap.
After shutting the water, I snatched a towel off the shelving beside the shower, wrapped her in it, and carried her out to my bedroom. I didn’t care that I was still dripping wet, or that we were still in our underwear.
Her eyes raked over my face. From the shower to my bedroom, a shift occurred within her. There was a new uncertainty etched deep in lines around her eyes. “This is so weird, Vaughn. I’m scared.”
“I know, me too,” I agreed. It was very, very weird… and very, very scary. But in an even weirder way, it felt right. The reason every part of me sparked to life—Haven.
I didn’t stop until I placed her in the center of my bed before lying down beside her.
“Are we going to…” She stopped and looked up at me shyly.
“No, babe. Not yet.” Her posture instantly relaxed.
The confident woman who was driving me wild with her kisses in the shower was now nowhere to be found. I needed to slow things down again, no matter what my cock and my brain wanted.
I assessed I had two speeds when it came to Haven.
There was the snail’s pace that described our relationship over the years… and supersonic, which described it since our first kiss.
I had a ton of reasons to move things along. My cock would argue to stop stalling, and best friend or not, he was ready and able to get the job done. My mind would argue that a gorgeous woman was in my bed for the first time since arriving to New York, or that I hadn’t had sex in weeks. None of that mattered right now. Because, we needed to take this slow.
“Although it will probably kill me, I think we really need to take things slow.” I placed a kiss on her lips, and asked, “Do you agree?”
“I do.”
“We know everything about each other in every other part of our lives. But I have no idea if you like to be kissed here…” I bent my head and ran my lips along the column of her neck. She arched her back, and I could feel her throat vibrate beneath my mouth from her moan. “I take it you do like that?”
“I do.”
“Good. I also have no idea if you prefer this…” I ran a fingertip down her body over the swell of her breast before tracing it over the lace that covered her pert nipple. “Or this…” I dragged the same fingertip over the edge of the lace until if slid down and freed one perfect breast. With my eyes pinned to hers, I lowered my head and pulled her nipple between my lips. “You like?”
“I do.”
“Are you going to say anything besides, I do?”
“More.”
At seeing my grin, her expression turned into one of raw desire. I played with her nipple, sucking and licking it, while my flattened hand caressed her back memorizing how she felt beneath my touch. My hand ran a path over her hip, down her thigh, back up to her ass, before it rested on the dampness between her legs.
She held the back of my head making it obvious she wanted me to continue sucking on her nipple. Her other hand twisted the comforter in a death grip. I poked my head up and waited for her to look at me.
“More?” I asked, with my hand cupping her over her panties.
A slight pause worried me, until she said, “You’re torturing me, Mooner.”
“Good.”
She suddenly shifted herself so we were aligned side by side. My hand never moved from her panties, but my cock jerked when she cupped me in the same exact way. “It’s only fair,” she said, running the palm of her hand up my length.
With our gazes tethered, she stroked me over my briefs as I stroked her over her panties. Her eyes widened just a touch when I slipped my hand inside them. I practically came when felt a thin strip of cropped curls over warm skin.
“Fuck, Haven.” Her response was to slip her hand into my briefs, and grip my cock while running her thumb over my tip. “Fuck,” I repeated. If she kept this up, I wasn’t going to last. Without a doubt, the build-up would be sure to kill me.
I ran my fingertips from her entrance to her clit.
She ran hers from my balls to my crown.
Each movement I made caused a retaliatory move from her. Until we were simultaneously writhing from the other’s touch. I couldn’t take any more and thrust two fingers inside her while my thumb circled her clit.
Her hand stilled but remained wrapped around me. “Vaughn,” she said, my name sounding like a plea. “Please.” I could feel her tightening around my fingers. She shuddered for a few moments, holding me tightly, before relaxing against me. I was in awe of the way she released. There was little noise, little movement on her part, but the way her face clenched just as her pussy did was a thing of beauty.
I removed my fingers from her panties and slid them into my mouth. Haven met my gaze with a determined gleam in her eyes.
“Your turn.” She twisted onto her side and sucked on my neck while her hand pumped my cock. I could feel every muscle seize with every stroke she made. It felt like she knew exactly what I liked and was able to mimic the moves I perfected on myself. I was so close, and the moment her lips tugged on my earlobe, I came like a teenage boy getting his first hand-job.
“Holy shit, Haven,” I said, collapsing onto my back exhausted.
“My sentiments, exactly,” she said, falling back in the same way. “Mooner?”
“Yeah?”
“That was really weird.”
“I know… and I don’t care.”
“Mooner?”
“Mmm?”
“I need to change these damp sheets, they’re driving me nuts.”
After we cleaned ourselves up, and she remade my bed with fresh sheets, she threw on one of my T-shirts. From my bed, I watched the hem lift and sit right at the curve of her bare ass when she pulled the mess of curls into a ponytail. Her eyes met mine in the mirror.
“What?” she asked with a smile.
“Nothing,” I lied. Truth was, staring at her toned legs and the way the cotton shirt caressed her curves was making me hard again. I didn’t want her to think it was purely physical. We may not have done much, but for us what occurred was monumental. We crossed a line. Kissing, teasing, and touching were weird enough with Haven. It was giving each other an amazing orgasm for the first time that was hard to wrap my brain around.
Imagine what I’d be feeling once we fucked.
“You’re looking at me funny.” She turned and leaned her butt against my dresser, folding her arms with a smirk.
“Come here.”
She waited a pause before climbing back on the bed to lie beside me. I waited for her to settle in the crook of my arm. I looked down at her, but her gaze was fixed on the ceiling above.
“Look at me.” In slow motion, she twisted her head until her eyes landed on mine. “Are you hungry?”
A short laugh preceded her. “What?”
“Are. You. Hungry?” I repeated even slower.
“Um… yeah. I am.”
“Okay. I’m starving. Let’s bring in pizza and afterwards I’d like you to sleep with me tonight.”
“In here?”
“No, I thought we’d get comfortable on the kitchen island. Yes, in here. Why are you looking at me like that?”
She rolled her eyes with another laugh. “Here I thought you were going to get all shrinky on me, and start psycho-analyzing what just happened between us. And all you want is pizza and sleep?”
“Shrinky?”
“Yeah, shrinky.”
“That’s not a word, Perv.” I held her face in my hand and kissed her chastely.
“It is now. Why do you want me to sleep in here with you?”
“Just because. Will you?”
“Could I ever deny you, Mooner?”
I rolled us until she was beneath me so fast, she giggled from the motion. “No. And I plan on using that to my advantage.”
The smile fell from her face when I fused my lips with hers in a deep erotic kiss.