Naughty or Nice - Alexis Winter Page 0,14
what she wants. She’s telling me she wants me and I want her too. We’re both adults here, so what’s the problem? Other than the obvious of us being best friends who are about to fuck up everything we’ve ever known. I wonder if she’s thought this through like I have.
Either way, I give myself a few moments to enjoy this, just like I did back then. My hands tour her soft body. I let my hands feel her full hips, reaching around to grab her ass and pull her closer against me. Fuck, she feels amazing in my hands. I’ve never allowed myself to touch her this way. Her breasts feel heavy in my hands, more than a handful but nothing is wasted. Our mouths never stop moving; I cover her lips with my own, snaking my tongue in and out of her mouth. Her hands are around the back of my neck, pulling me closer—her fingers raking through my hair. It feels like we can’t get close enough to one another.
“Fuck, Felicity,” I whisper against her lips. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you. How long I’ve waited to hear the words.”
Her arm moves between us, her hand reaching down and finding my aching dick that’s still in my pants, threatening to bust through the seams. “Oh, I think I have an idea,” she whispers, squeezing me.
“Damn, I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Greg says, walking out of the bowling alley, causing us to both pull back and look at the smug grin on his face. He starts slow clapping. “Good for you, man.” That’s the last he says before climbing behind the wheel and taking off.
“Asshole,” Felicity says from beside me.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” I move around to the passenger side and open the door for her. She slides into her seat as I pick up our coats and climb behind the wheel. I start the car and drive away from the alley. With the cool air blowing through the cab of the car, it’s easier to think more clearly, to see the mistake we could be making.
“Felicity, you know what you mean to me, right?”
She looks over at me, brows drawn together.
“In my life, I lost my dad to the divorce. After that, my mom changed too. You’ve been the only constant in my life, even if we went months without talking, I knew you’d be there for me in an instant.”
“Why are you telling me this, Carson?”
“I want you, Felicity. I do. I’ve always wanted you. That time you came to look at my college, it nearly killed me to pull away. That time when I came to visit and I found you stripping on that table, it took everything I had in me to put your shirt back on and take you home instead of pulling you into some dark bedroom and having my way with you. And when I heard that Greg was trying to take you from me, I lost my fucking mind. He didn’t call you back because he’s an asshole. He didn’t call you back because I threatened to beat his ass. I couldn’t bear the thought of someone else touching you.”
She shakes her head. “What does this have to do with anything, Carson?”
“I want you, Felicity, but I can’t have you.”
Her face goes slack.
“You’re too important to me to gamble with. I want you, but I refuse to fuck this up. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. That’s why I think that sleeping together would be a mistake. If I hurt you, if I lost you, I don’t know what I would do.”
“So, you’re taking me home?” she asks, looking at the road and seeing we’re back on our street.
I nod once. “I need to drop you off. I need to get as far away from you as I can before I fuck up and take you, ruining everything we’ve built since we were kids.”
“You do realize that I’m right next door, right? My window looks into yours. That isn’t taking away much temptation, is it?” She doesn’t seem to understand how serious I am.
“Felicity,” I warn, pulling in front of my mom’s house.
She looks over at me. “Seriously?”
I nod, chancing a look at her. She doesn’t seem sad like I thought she would. She seems let down, mad even. “So tonight, the kissing on the hood…”
“That was me giving into my urges one last time, but I can’t