CHAPTER NINETEEN
GRAY
Friends turned lovers are still friends.
The words rang over and over in my ear, said so softly and with such a sweet tinge to them. The thing that I should have done was leave before things escalated, but for some reason, my feet were incapable of moving, rooted in place more than ever.
Then Kate was there, moving closer and looking so achingly beautiful that I could only stare at her. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and in her kiss was a world of desire and passion that threatened to undo me.
My mind went blank. I kissed her back without thought, reacting to what instinct was telling me. We kissed like we were thirsty, and I knew it was an extension to our kiss at that party—all the unresolved tension and frustration rolling into one and forming a ball of heat between us that spread through our bodies. My cock reacted to it, which was still so shocking in itself as I felt it grow hard inside my pants.
Damn it.
Soft noises came out of her throat, making me weak in the knees and my dick weep in pleasure. I groaned in response and kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue inside her and feeling her tongue readily collide with mine. My hands were close to sliding her leggings down and touching her where I wanted to the most, and I had to fight hard to reel the urge in.
I broke the kiss first—again.
“We can’t do this,” I said, backing off slowly. I watched her coffee-colored eyes shining with arousal, her mouth swollen from my kisses.
“We can’t,” she agreed softly.
“We need to…go back.”
“Yes,” she whispered. Her pink tongue slid out to lick her lower lip, and my eyes strayed there. My stomach dropped.
And then I was cursing and yanking her back, then crashing my mouth against hers.
She moaned almost instantly. She opened her mouth for me readily, and the eagerness in her fed my desire and had me pulling her until we were pressed body to body. I backed her towards the sink and lifted her up in one move, sitting her down there with a plunk.
“It’s cold,” Kate gasped against my tongue. She licked my lips before biting the lower part, and the next groan that reverberated from me couldn’t be contained. I spread her legs and slid in between them, my erection pressing against her warmth.
“I’ll keep you warm,” I murmured, right before my mouth and my hands moved everywhere.
I cruised my lips down her throat, where I found her taste concentrated and all the more intoxicating. My hand moved up, fingering the edge of her shirt before I finally slid inside to touch the warm skin of her waist. I felt her belly flutter, felt her breathing come out sharper when I kept sliding my hand up until I was touching the edge of her lace bra. My tongue slid down her shoulder, then up her neck.
My hand cupped her breast over her bra.
Even with the barrier, I felt her nipple pucker and felt my cock rage in response. With a harsh grunt, I ground it against her thigh and felt an answering response pulsing inside her. The desire to take her roared inside me, and I rubbed my palm back and forth against her tight nipple, trying to stem what I was feeling.
But it wasn’t working. All I wanted to do was yank her bra down and palm her bare, then tear her shirt off—then, suck those nipples until she was screaming for it. The ache was so intense, and I realized I was repeatedly grinding against her, and we were humping on the sink—and the little moans coming out of her mouth were like dangerous little teases that made me want to yank her pants down and just plunge my cock in that tight little—
My body shook from my thoughts.
I stifled a curse. Then I yanked my head back up and kissed her again, over and over. When I pulled back, I waited for her to meet my gaze, and she did, those blurry eyes making every bit of resistance melt.
“We need to go home,” I rasped.
Kate’s whole body was shaking, and her hair was all tangled up. Goddamn. She was so fucking hot. She nodded her head. “But we haven’t finished the movie,” she blurted out.
A rough laugh slid out of me, the amusement warring with the desire. “I don’t care about that damn movie. I want to fuck you hard.”
Her mouth formed into an O, and my blood went hot. “Oh…okay.”
I laughed again, then kissed her once more.
Then I was pulling her out of the restroom before I could do something we would both regret. Who wants to fuck for their first time in a public bathroom?
*****
The car ride was tense, with my cock raging and for once not from the driving but from her mere presence beside me. On the passenger seat, Kate was quiet—very quiet, unlike her usual chatty self. I could sense the anticipation between us, so strong and filling the car space with an electric, tingly vibe that made sweat flash hot and cold in me.
Her legs were tightly pressed together, and her gaze was pointedly staring straight ahead. Her mouth was clamped shut, and her hands were fisted in front of her.
My own hands weren’t any different, gripping the wheel as if my life depended on it. I urged myself to focus on my driving, to drive slower and eliminate the risk of me crashing this car because of too much anticipation.
“I want to jump you right now,” Kate blurted out all of a sudden.
Christ. Not helping.
“We should talk about something else,” I suggested, and I could hear the tightness in my tone. “We should talk about you.”
For some reason, that had Kate groaning as she covered her face with her hands. “I feel really, really bad.”
I shot her a look before focusing back on the road. “Why?”
“Because,” Kate began, then stopped. She took a deep breath, then removed her hands and fisted them back on her lap. “You’ve never done this before. And here I am…here I am unable to stop thinking about it.”
That made something swell inside me, and it wasn’t just my dick. It had to be my ego because my heart had already swelled from the moment she decided to kiss me. I found myself smiling slightly. “Kate, I’m not that innocent. In fact, I’m not innocent at all.”
“You said you’ve never had sex before,” she pointed out.
I nodded. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t do everything else.”
She hesitated before finally asking, “What have you done?”
I knew she was asking me out of genuine curiosity, and the least I could do was answer her honestly. I scanned my brain for all those car times with women I had. “Obviously, they’ve done a lot of things to me, like a blowjob and lots plenty of handy work.” She didn’t make any offended sound, and I let myself continue. “As for me, I’ve kept it at a minimal. I often use my tongue and my hands to make a woman feel good.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her swallow. “How did you…make them feel good?”
I took a deep breath, unable to believe our conversation had taken this turn. At the same time, I couldn’t get myself to stop. “I kissed them. I lavished their body with kisses, then used my tongue to…lick their breasts and to…tease their nipples. I used my fingers to make them wet, then make them open up for me.”
“So only your…fingers in their…?”
“No,” I said, licking my suddenly dry mouth. “My tongue, too.”
There was a pause before she voiced out her next question—one that had all the blood rushing down my groin. “So you’ll use your tongue…on me?”
I almost closed my eyes and groaned again. Instead, I clenched my jaw and kept talking.
“Yes. I’ll slide your pants down. Then your panties. I’ll slide my fingers inside your tight entrance until you’re wet for me, Kate. I’ll thrust it in slow movements, waiting for you to adjust and loosen up for me. Then I’ll quicken my fingers and touch your clit.”
Her breath whooshed out, and her hands held on to her thighs. But she didn’t make a single sound, and there was no stopping me.
“Then, when you’re begging for it, I’ll use my tongue on you. I’ll lick you, Kate. I’ll lick you until you’re so wet and so ready for me.”
This time, her breath hitched, a sexy little sound that had my arousal strengthening.
“What kind of tongue-licking do you want, Kate?” I asked softly. “Do you want soft strokes? Do you want hard strokes?”
“Both,” she choked out. “Gradual buildup.”
“That’s the best kind,” I murmured in agreement.
The apartment building was almost in sight, and I could have sobbed from relief. Instead, I kept driving.
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
She shouldn’t have said that.
She really shouldn’t have said that, because if she hadn’t, maybe we could have made it at least to the parking lot.
I cursed. Then I swerved to the side and stopped the car on the road near the beach. In one swift move, I hurriedly unbuckled my seatbelt. In another, I was pulling her off her seat and settling her on my lap, where I proceeded to capture her mouth in a hard, desperate kiss.
She tasted as potent as she did earlier, and I couldn’t get enough. I practically swallowed her, and she swallowed me back, our hunger for each other knowing no bounds. Her hands went up to run through my hair, and mine went down to slide beneath her shirt again and keep touching her skin. Then I touched the edge of her pants, intending to slide it down and see if she really had no panties on—if she was bare and ready and wet for me.
A knock on the window had us both jumping back. Kate scrambled off my lap and back into her seat, and I took a deep, steadying breath before opening the side window.
There was a middle-aged man on the other side. “Hey, is everything okay? I saw the car swerve and thought an accident might have happened.”
My heartbeat was still racing a mile a minute, but I tried my best to smile and come off casual. “We’re fine. Just had a minor malfunction. Thank you for checking on us.”
“No problem.”
The man walked away, and I rolled the window up. Silence surrounded the car space again, and we both looked at each other, amusement merging with the desire.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “That was irresponsible of me.”
A smile slid off her mouth, distracting me. “Don’t you remember? You always do it in cars.”
I smiled back, then shook my head. I kept looking at her. “But you’re different, Kate. You’re not just some random woman I picked up somewhere.”
Silence followed my statement. I thought she would be offended when I thought about those other women, despite the fact that I hadn’t really been with one since she moved in. It wasn’t intentional, but for some reason, it was as if the timing had aligned and I wasn’t meant to be with anyone. I waited for some kind of reaction, and surprise filled me when I found her hand suddenly on top of mine, squeezing lightly.
Then she nodded.
“Then let’s head back. We need your bed.”
It was music to the ears. I nodded back.
Then I started the ignition and continued driving home.