Crushing on my Billionaire Best Friend - Jolie Day Page 0,74
had I been so insistent on forcing her to hang out with me? Did some part of me want us to eventually sleep together? Was I just trying to put those forces into motion?
My restless mind dragged me out of my car. I walked along the edge of the field and thought back on that afternoon when we were there together. I remembered how sexy she’d looked that day, even though I hadn’t wanted to admit it. How excited she’d been when she got in a good swing. The brief, awkward moment when we almost kissed.
Even then, things seemed to be different between us. There had been a new kind of sexual tension that had built up—one I wasn’t ready to admit to yet. But looking back on it then, I could see how it was only a matter of time before things exploded.
I was plagued with questions like—Why now? Why had I blocked her out for so long? After all this time, why was I only just now seeing her in this light? Or had some part of me always wanted her in that way? It seemed like the only way to find out was to have her again, but that was the exact thing she wanted to avoid.
I practiced my swing for a while before heading home.
The moment I opened my front door, I was hit with the floral, apple scent that drifted through the apartment. Laney was taking a shower. It inspired instant visuals of her naked body underneath the steaming-hot water—the water dripping down the curves of her skin. Her eyes closed with her head back, just as she’d been when I was inside her.
My throat grew tight and dry as I tried to swallow it all down. The water had stopped. A figure caught in the corner of my eye. My head turned to see Laney sitting down on the window seat with her wet hair, but she didn’t seem to hear me come in.
She was in nothing but a towel, and she leaned against the glass, staring out over the city with a dreamy look in her eyes. Her arms were crossed with her legs tucked underneath her. My gaze followed the curve of her knee, up her thigh, to the shadow just beneath the towel where I could see the hint of her cherry. I wanted to bite and kiss every inch of that glowing skin until she was squirming and moaning in my arms again.
I stood there for a moment, studying her soft features as she stared at the view of the buildings below. I tried to stay firmly planted, resisting the urge to march right up to her and sweep her into my arms.
If you touch her, if anything else happens, it’ll just put you both right back where you started. Every time you cross that line, you risk losing your best friend.
It wasn’t just about sex. I mean, it was, but I also wanted to know what she was thinking about, how her day had been, what ideas she’d come up with. I wanted so many things right then—in that moment—that I could hardly breathe.
She turned her head when she finally noticed me. The gentle smile that formed on her lips wasn’t helping matters, either. I wanted to kiss along that curve and feel those lips part as my tongue slid into her mouth.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asked innocently, moving her hand to adjust the towel. Her brow furrowed as she noticed the strained expression on my face.
I wanted to say something, but I came up empty. I didn’t have any words left, and the urges in my body were bubbling over to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew I needed to talk myself out of what I was about to do, but I was running out of strength.
My feet started moving forward beyond my control. The magnetism between us was too strong to fight anymore. I let myself be pulled toward her until I was close enough to slide my hands under her legs and lift her up into my arms. I needed to be in her now, deep and hard.
She kicked and giggled. “Oliver! What are you doing? Put me down! I’ll hurt you.”
I froze in the middle of the floor and stared intently into her eyes. I should put her over my knees. “I can’t listen to you talk like that anymore, Laney. Do I have to fuck it out of you?”