Page 85 of Faking it For Summer

“Is this what you want?” I ask as I kiss her on the lips and run my thumb against her nipples.

She moans slightly as I play with her breasts and then kiss down the side of her neck.

“Is this what you want?” I repeat, feeling like I’m spinning out of control.

I take her right nipple in my mouth and suck and tease it gently while playing with her other nipple. Her entire body is shaking as I squeeze her breasts. My tongue trails along the valley between her breasts and then down toward her belly button. Her entire body stills, with her hands grasping my shoulders. I grab her panties with my teeth and pull them down, looking up at her. She looks dazed. She looks beautiful.

I spread her legs and marvel at her beautiful pussy.

“I didn’t shave,” she says.

“I don’t care.”

I slide an index finger up between her slit and rub her clit. Her back arches off the bed.

“My goodness,” she says in a low voice, sounding and looking like she’s about to faint.

I’m about to go down on her when I realize what I’m doing. This is Mia, my best friend.

“We can’t!” I pull my fingers from between her legs.

“What do you mean, we can’t?” She recoils.

“It’s not a good idea, Mia. Remember what you said when we were younger?”

“What did I say?”

“We said we didn’t want to go down this road. It could ruin our friendship.”

“But—”

“But nothing. I don’t want to lose you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“And you’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Luke.”

“So, then let’s just remember the rules.”

“The rules?” She blinks at me in confusion.

“The rules we put in motion when we decided to fake date. Remember, we weren’t going to cross the lines, and we’ve already gone way too far over them.”

“Fine.” She grabs her T-shirt and pulls it back on. “You’re right. We shouldn’t cross any lines.” She rolls away from me. “I’m tired. I think I’m going to go to sleep now.”

“Mia, you’re not mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m just really horny right now, and I can’t even look at you.”

“You can take care of yourself, you know.”

“What?”

“I wouldn’t mind watching you.”

“Luke, really?” She turns back to look at me with wide eyes.

I give her a wicked grin. “In fact, I’d quite like to look at you. I could even help you if you wanted.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”