Page 40 of Renegade
I flip her onto her back as I hungrily kiss the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her neck. “Baby, we’d never let anything come between our friendship,” I murmur.
“We wouldn’t,” she agrees. Her fingers dig into my scalp as she pulls me closer. She kisses me hard, full on the mouth, her tongue slipping inside to tangle erotically with mine. She’s as wild for me as I am for her. I pull away to kiss her neck. I can’t get enough of the taste of her.
“I want you.” Her voice is low and husky and hot as hell.She’shot as hell.
“Fuck, baby. I want you too.” I want to make love to her. I want to truly claim her, to sink my cock deep into her sweet pussy as she writhes beneath me. Moving lower, I fasten my mouth over her nipple and suck—hard.
She arches her back and moans. “It’s just one time.”
“One time can’t hurt.” Of course, it can hurt plenty. One time with Gemma will be like dining at a sumptuous buffet made for a king and then being restricted to bread and water for the rest of your life. But one time with her is better than nothing. And I’m going to make damn sure this one time counts.
Her hands are insistent, dragging my jeans off. “It’s not like it would mean anything. We’re just friends.”
I help her, pulling off my jeans and boxers, before taking her face between my hands. It may not be anything but sex to her, but it’s going to mean the world to me. But I can’t tell her that. It will ruin our friendship forever. I can explore all kinds of erotic play with her, I can make her come, and I can make love to her, but I can’t let her know I’m falling in love with her. So I lie. “Right. Just friends. With some fucking awesome benefits.”
