How to Steal Your Best Friend's Fiancé - London Casey Page 0,71
definitely flirty through the phone.
The two minutes we talked, I stared at the engagement ring on the counter.
And for those entire two minutes I pictured the ring on her finger.
I could see her crying over the ring. Telling me it was too big, too much, and I shouldn’t have done it. I could see her smiling as she took the ring off and on when needed.
When I stood at her door with my hands empty, I cursed myself for not getting her flowers or wine or whiskey or something.
Then she opened the door.
Wearing an oversized, old looking sweater. Her left shoulder completely exposed. Smiling with whiskey stained lips and her eyes focused on me.
Her hair was messy the way it always was.
The woman I loved.
I walked into the apartment and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her right against me.
Emily let out a gasp.
My hands moved fast, touching her face.
I lowered my mouth to hers and it was finally meant to be.
Our first kiss was interrupted by her heart as she put her hands to my chest and pushed me back.
I watched as she licked her lips.
Her eyes bouncing left to right, staring, wondering if she should say something. Ask something. Do something else.
But we both knew what our fate was here.
I shut the apartment door and twisted the deadbolt as though it were the final piece of the puzzle between us.
I moved toward her again and she jumped into my arms.
We kissed and I took her to the first place I could find, which was the kitchen counter.
I sat her down and touched her face again.
My thumbs stroking her soft cheeks.
Kissing her with purpose. Tasting her thin lips. Feeling her tongue move against mine in a way that had my cock begging to be free. To finally be free and have what I had been dreaming of for more years than I wanted to admit.
My fingers moved into her hair and I gently pulled her head back.
Our kiss broke with a loud pop sound and she let out a long sigh.
My lips slid down her neck, seeking her bare shoulder.
I kissed softly - one, two, three, four…
Then I stopped and put my nose to her shoulder and shut my eyes.
My hands slid down the sides of her body and reached for the bottom of her shirt.
With her shoulder exposed and no bra strap showing…
“Fuck, babe,” I whispered as my fingertips eased along under her shirt. “You’re beautiful, Em. You’ve always been beautiful.”
As my hands moved over her breasts, she looked at me.
“Are we doing this for the first time on the kitchen counter?” she asked.
“Anywhere you want,” I said. “Counter, floor, rooftop…”
“My bed…,” she purred.
Without hesitation, I slid my hands to her back and pulled her against me.
I lifted her off the counter and walked her to the bedroom.
I wasn’t sure any moment in my life had ever felt so right before.
She was all mine.
Finally all mine.
Finally feeling right.
I walked up behind her and gazed upon her naked body.
My hands touched her shoulders first, gently squeezing, telling her she was okay with me. She was safe. She could be happy. She could be free. I would always take care of her. Protect her. I would always love her.
“Move your hair, babe,” I whispered.
Emily reached back and lifted her hair.
That’s where my lips wanted to kiss first… the back of her neck.
When I kissed her, she moaned.
It was an achy kind of moan. Suggesting she had wanted to be kissed there but nobody ever did.
Until now.
My hands moved down her arms, seeking her hands.
I stood in nothing but my boxers.
My bulge no longer just a bulge. My boxers looked like a 3D triangle as my cock got fuller by the second.
As my fingers interlocked with Emily’s, I kissed the back of her left shoulder.
Then I stopped.
I put my forehead to her shoulder and took a breath.
“Liam,” Emily said. “Don’t stop. Don’t go slow. Not tonight.”
I gritted my teeth and growled.
I was hoping she would say that.
In a swift motion, I spun her around, let her hands go, and touched her face.
My eyes moved down to see her breasts.
They were perfect.
Of course they were.
This was Emily.
My Em.
I kissed her and eased my hands down to her chest.
She grabbed my face, her nails digging into my skin, which only made me growl again.
I felt feral.
I could smell the desire coming from her body.
The room was already getting hot from our deep breaths, our needs, and now our kissing.