Stuck With My Best Friend: A Quarantine Romance by Frost Sosie

Author:Frost, Sosie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

6

Déja

We didn’t make it to the bed.

His sweet words and wonderful reassurances were all I needed to rid myself of my fears.

And my clothing.

Why had I even worried? The only consequences from our passion would be the right ones. I didn’t need to figure out what his promises had meant or why they fluttered so perfectly in my chest.

It was time to surrender—to give in and allow those primal, amazing urges to take hold of me.

Hunter was strong enough to pick me up, but our steps were twisted, a wild, shambling mess of clumsy excitement. He kissed me as we crashed into the den—my once tranquil and serene reading room crowded with stacks of books and as much whimsey as I could buy from Pier 1. The books towered over us, thick paperbacks stacked a dozen or more high. Hunter crashed into a bookshelf. An entire collection of Shakespeare landed on his toe. He swore. Tussled. Rammed into my forest-green wingback chair and stubbed the same toe. One twist of our bodies later, and my pile of to-be-sorted 19th Century female-written literature crumpled to the ground…revealing my hardbound Harry Potter collection I’d tried to hide behind the classics.

He lowered me to my feet before destroying any more of my library. Within seconds, he ripped the cushions off the loveseat and tossed them to the floor. My robe was next. His hands furiously tore at my belt, giving it one good tug before the material fell away.

No ceremony. No extravagance.

Just me…naked and ready for his every delight.

I didn’t bother covering myself. Hunter had been right. All I needed was to be comfortable with him to ensure this would be the greatest night of our lives. For the past two days, he’d pampered me, worshiped me, and delighted me.

But I’d longed for one thing he had yet to give me.

Hunter read my mind—as always. He parted from me only long enough to rip his shirt from his muscular chest. His biceps, abs, pecs tensed taut as he stretched the material over his head and tossed it to the floor.

He grabbed me once more, pressing my chest to his. Skin against skin.

I wrapped my arms over his shoulders, welcoming his kiss. His flesh seared against me. Hot. Sweating. Every muscle rock hard beneath my fingertips.

He wrestled with his jeans. Never thought the tinkling of a metal belt clasp could be such a masculine, aggressive sound. It resonated deep in my core, tightening with a newfound excitement as his jeans cast aside.

Suddenly, it was just me and him.

All of him.

The sight of him stole my breath first and my rationality next.

How the heck would a man that endowed fit inside of me?

And how long did I need to wait to try?

He caressed my cheek with a soft touch. “Are you uncomfortable?”

What a ridiculous question. “No.”

“Are you afraid?”

“Never with you.”

“Are you ready for this?”

I’d been ready for this moment with him for longer than these past two days that we’d spent in constant ecstasy.

And that was a scarier thought than preparing to make a baby.

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