friend to Sophia and to me, especially when he’d only known me less than two months? He was like a loyal goddamn mutt we’d rescued from the pound, and I was like Michael fucking Vick using him for my own agenda.
I hoped like hell Sophia trusted Carter like I did, because what I was about to do would be pretty much unforgivable otherwise.
“I’m glad you can keep a secret,” I said. “But that’s not the one I need you to keep.”
S O P H I A
It had been a day that felt longer than usual. I’d gotten up at six to go for a run, had three classes nearly back to back, and then had made some phone calls and other preparations for the bachelor auction.
I’d been home for an hour but was still finishing up a paper that was due tomorrow. I only had to read it over. When Drew got home, we could grab something to eat and watch a movie since he didn’t have to work tonight.
The idea of cuddling up next to Drew put a smile on my face. Things had undoubtedly been strange between us after the party, but it didn’t take us long to realize there shouldn’t have been any reason for us to feel weird around each other. It wasn’t like we were actually siblings.
But Sunday night we’d both kind of agreed to let whatever this was play out without trying to steer it in one direction or another. Whether we had a long, leisurely drive or went a hundred miles an hour before crashing into a tree and bursting into flames remained to be seen. But we both figured we’d enjoy the ride while it lasted. We hadn’t taken things any further than we had already, but I was hoping that would change soon.
I was shutting down my laptop when I heard the lock turn on the apartment door. I looked up to see Drew enter, his backpack already sliding off his arm.
He let it drop near the door before heading over to the couch and plopping himself down next to me. His body seemed heavier than usual, and I guessed he was probably just as worn out as I was.
“I’m glad you’re home,” I said, already snuggling against him. I moved my hand to his chest and began tracing imaginary designs over his pecs and down the center of his stomach.
He let his head drop back against the top of the couch, and he closed his eyes gently. “I’m glad I’m home too.” He moved his fingertips over the exposed skin of my arm as I continued to rub his torso lightly.
Both of us had goose bumps now, and I couldn’t take my eyes off Drew’s lap, where a bulge was forming inside his jeans. How long would it be before I got to touch it? Or even better…
I’d imagined plenty of times what that would feel like alone in my room with the door shut. I’d imagined my fingers were his, and I’d brought myself over the top with such intensity, I knew the real thing would be nothing short of amazing.
I’m not sure when my inhibitions left me, but before I could stop myself, I was kissing his neck, feeling his abs tense at my touch as I moved my hand toward that magical area, and when I reached it, I grazed my hand over it lightly.
He flexed his hips up and stifled a groan.
I loved seeing him like this, all vulnerable and needy. And I was just as turned on.
When he moved his fingers to the waistband of my thin cotton joggers and tugged them down enough to let his fingertips flutter over the sensitive skin just above the edge of my thong, I wanted to beg him for more. I needed him to rid me of the emptiness.
We roamed our hands over each other’s bodies enough to thoroughly turn each other on but not nearly enough to push us over the edge. It was some sort of sexual game that I simultaneously loved and hated.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I moved to straddle him, letting my weight settle directly on his lap where he was straining against his pants.
As I moved over him, he worked his hands over my hips to create a rhythm that worked for both of us, I knew this would get me there. I’d want more eventually, but for right now, this was enough.
Wrapped up in this new sensation between us, neither