Winning my Best Friend's Girl - Piper Rayne Page 0,67

stray too far from mine. His tongue explores my mouth, his hands run along every surface of my body.

He was so tentative at first that I wondered how we’d get this started. There’s been so much anticipation. So many years of starving my body of his. I can hardly believe we’re here, living out the fantasies we’ve both imagined alone in our beds late at night.

“Jesus, you’re so soft and delicious.” He slides down one strap of my bathing suit, kissing my exposed flesh, then positioning it back in place.

His hands have yet to venture to my breasts or between my legs. The ache between my thighs grows, wanting and needing him to quench it. My hips roll along his hard length, spurring my need for an orgasm.

I can’t get close enough. It’s like I’m trying to burrow myself into his flesh. I’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so damn good or he wasn’t doing the same. Tender touches, noses and cheeks running the lengths of our faces, wet tongues, and lips caressing skin.

I want to pull down his board shorts and sink down on him. Tear off my swimsuit so his hands are on my tits as I ride him without any worries. But my brain won’t turn off.

That annoying seed of doubt is there. Am I fulfilling what he dreamed it’d be all these years? Does he like what he sees? What he feels?

Then I sit back, and our eyes catch under the moonlight. The colored lights of the hot tub add to the effect on his gorgeous face. And it’s there, his eyes so full of want and lust. That seed of doubt dies.

I crash my lips to his and he meets me full force, his strong hands splayed across my back as if he’s afraid I’ll try to pull away. He’s crazy. I’m going to become a stalker. Kingston Bailey’s stalker. How did I ever run away from this man when it feels so right for us to be here together?

“Kingston,” I say, holding his head to my collarbone as he casts a line of open-mouth kisses across my flesh.

“Uh-huh,” he mumbles.

“Touch me.”

He draws back and my skin aches for him to treat it like the treasure he has been. “I don’t want to rush you.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

He chuckles. “I know, but I guess a small part of me wants to savor you. I’ve waited so long.” He runs his knuckles over my breast. My greedy pebbled nipple demands more of his attention. “I want to know exactly what gets you hot and aching. But if you want me to grab your tits…” His hand slides out from the water and cups my breast over my swimsuit, his thumb rolling over my nipple. “I have no complaints. I’m happy to oblige.”

I laugh, but his other hand cups my other breast and my back arches on its own accord as a strangled moan falls from my lips. He’s good with his hands all right.

“Just so you know, you won’t be wearing this swimsuit when anyone else is here. This is a Kingston special.”

I straighten my back and cock an eyebrow. “Are you already telling me what to do?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll replace it with a new one. You’re not opposed to skirt swimsuits, are you?”

I shake my head, but he swallows my laughter with a kiss.

As though the talking took too much time away, we devour one another again. His lips glide along my jaw, neck, and collarbone. His heavy breaths tickle my ear. My grinding on his length speeds up, and his finger hooks the strap of my swimsuit, tugging it down so my breast pops out. He arches me farther back as he takes my breast into his wet mouth. His tongue swirls around my nipple, and when he blows out a steady stream of air, my nipple could cut glass.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper. The needy tension is too much to bear.

His mouth pops off my breast and he looks me in the eye. “Stay in my bed tonight?”

He poses it like a question, and it’s easy to see he’s still unsure about where this new us will lead.

“Yes,” I answer.

Again he pulls my chest against his, but now it’s my bare breasts to his chest and the heat forming between them is deliciously hot and the ache between my thighs grows to epic proportions. His lips, his mouth, his hands, his hard length are perfection and I’m not sure I’ll