He doesn’t see the love I have for him, and I don’t know how else to show him aside from saying it out loud, which I’m still too chickenshit to do. I want to help him, maybe even open his eyes to more between us, but he immediately assumed I was joking, and that his brother put me up to it. How could he possibly think that? I’ve never done anything intentionally to cause him pain.
“You know what? I’m just going to leave. I don’t know what I was thinking showing up here.” I try my hardest to hide the pain in my voice as I scurry the rest of the way to the door. My heart’s beating out of my chest, tears forming in my eyes as I grip the door handle, ready to pull it open and walk away from this whole miserable night. Why did I ever think offering to have his baby was a good idea?
“Wait,” Reed demands, and I spin around, coming face to face with the man himself. He’s so handsome and there's a feral need in his eyes that reaches out to me. It begs me to stay and give in to the desire coursing through my veins.
“No.” My head starts shaking before I speak. “I can’t be here with you…” The rest of the words are lost as Reed’s full lips press against mine. Pleasure and heat course through my body, and before I can stop myself, my hands are tunneling into his hair while my lips devour his. He nibbles my lower lip, prompting me to open for him, letting his tongue caress mine in a way that has my knees weak and my pussy clenching with want.
That’s when I know for sure he owns me. No other man’s kiss will compare to Reed’s.
His tongue retreats and mine follows. I’m the one being the aggressor now, exploring the inside of his mouth and taking in as much of his unique taste as I can. He tastes a little like the whiskey he’s been drinking tonight, but there’s something else, too. I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s addictive in the best way.
Reed doesn’t let me keep control of the kiss for more than a few strokes. Soon he’s pushing his tongue back inside my mouth as his hands burrow into my hair, tilting my head so it’s in the best position for him to take what he wants.
I’ll give him whatever that is as long as he doesn’t stop kissing me.
I melt further into him, the soft curves of my body pressing against every hard inch of his. We’re touching from chest to groin so I can feel his erection growing against my stomach. The realization makes me moan, and when the sound leaves my mouth, it brings Reed back to the present. I know the exact moment he realizes what he’s doing, what we’re doing.
He jerks away from me so fast I have to sag back against the door to stay standing. When I look up at him, he’s looking down at me with an expression I can’t decipher. It’s like a mask covers his face, something I’ve never seen from him before. We’re always honest with each other, even when it’s hard, but right now he’s hiding from me and as much as I want to ask him why, I can’t bring myself to speak.
I just kissed my best friend. And even more shocking, kissing me turned him on. I almost want to do a fist-pump in triumph, but I manage to curb the urge. For whatever reason, Reed isn’t feeling the same emotions I am and that hurts so much it damn near brings me to my knees. Coming here tonight was a bad idea, I remind myself yet again.
I shouldn’t have let the bottle of wine I drank at home convince me that if I came over and told him what I wanted he would instantly agree.
Sucking oxygen into my lungs, my eyes lift to meet Reed’s blue ones. Heat rolls off of him and slams into me. He wants this so badly, I can almost taste his need, yet he denies this, denies us. It pisses me off, but the rejection also stings. He made a promise a long time ago that he would never hurt me, yet here he is doing exactly that.
“I should probably leave now.” I speak through swollen lips, feeling like if I don’t turn around right now and walk