I should never have told him the truth.
But my confession still swirled with a thousand other tangled emotions.
I longed to reveal them all, but what sane woman would risk ruining the best night of her life by telling her best friend what he really meant to her?
Adrian wrapped me in his embrace, and I surrendered against the hardened muscle and heat of his chest. We fell onto the bed. The monster of a man—so much bigger and stronger than I—carefully rested his body over mine.
Despite the unharnessed desire crippling our thoughts and stealing our words, his kiss wasn’t rushed, and I no longer fought my raging desire to offer him everything.
It wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t desperate.
This time…was just for us.
His possessive, deliberate kiss sizzled divine sensations through me, as if every nibble of his lips promised something new. My body, mind, pleasure was his to command.
Our clothes fell away, and the revealing peek of skin shared more than our secrets. Time slowed, and we memorized every swell and valley of our bodies. His lips traced where the fabric once touched, chasing away the cool air which teased my exposed flesh.
I showed him everything. Not just my body, but the pounding of my heart and the bewildered and ensnared confusion in my soul.
It was more than I’d ever given anyone in my life.
But Adrian was the man I trusted most with everything. Which was why I made a vow to myself then and there.
No matter how eagerly his lips grazed my skin...
No matter how tantalizing his fingers caressed my sensitive folds…
No matter how perfect it was slipping into his arms…
Adrian was my best friend.
And that had to be enough.
Even if those troublesome little curiosities wiggled in my mind. I couldn’t let myself wonder about them.
Or hope for them.
Not when I already had more than I’d ever dreamed.
I didn’t expect him to be gentle, but he slowed his raging demands despite my pleading whimpers. He’d promised slow and tender, but I needed something more. Something fierce and overwhelming.
He denied me only to test his own control of my limits.
Adrian understood what I craved before I did. And he delivered those pleasures with an expert stroke of his fingers. He shifted his weight over mine. God—how had I lived without that pressure before? That heavy acceptance of a ravenous man’s will?
His muscles tensed and hardened against me. I shivered as his teeth nipped at my neck. A deliberate bite. Something to keep me still. Enough for me to remember that this was where I belonged.
Only once I’d surrendered did his kisses explore the rest of my body. His lips drifted down, heating my breast with the huffing of his breath. I arched, too eager to feel the slickness of his tongue rolling over my pebbled nipple. Cascading shivers tickled me in bursts of sizzling excitement.
What was it about this man that awakened parts of me I never knew existed?
My hands traced his shoulders, his back, over the defined muscles of his chest. Pure stone under my fingers. Hard. Tough. Not an inch of him as soft as his words.
And it did things to me. Wonderful, terrible, fantastic things.
Maybe that was why I couldn’t help but touch him. I refused to part with the bulge of his biceps or the coarsely trimmed beard framing his smile.
His grip tightened on my hips, and his gaze fixed on mine.
Adrian didn’t need to ask my permission. I would’ve given anything to him in that moment.
He spread my legs and descended, diving low to taste all of me. But this time, he didn’t allow his hunger to overwhelm his senses. Though we both panted, ravenous and eager, Adrian leisurely consumed me.
As much a torture for him as a tease for me.
His tongue flicked against me, delivering perfect strokes that rendered me into a quivering mess. Such attention should’ve embarrassed me. The man explored my petals with lavish praise, grunting as he savored all that he had possessed once before. Only this time, he consumed me as if I were already his—and he claimed my every whimper of delight.
“You’re so good at this…” I didn’t recognize the desperation in my voice. “How do you know just what I need?”
“Because you were made for me.”
“Then why did we take so long to figure it out?”
“Because I was a damned fool…” His voice rasped with shameless passion. “And now we’ve gotta make up for lost time.”
Adrian read my body with a probing touch and sensed my thoughts with the nibble of his kiss. His tongue circled my nub, flicking faster as my back arched and hips squirmed.
Fast and slow.
Hard and soft.
Mind-numbing and overwhelming.
The heat prickled at the base of my spine and surged through my core. But Adrian backed away before I released into the perfect bliss that was his gifted pleasure. I whimpered, but my best friend was immune to my pleas. He grinned and shushed me as I quaked beneath him, legs spread and exposing everything.
For so long, I’d denied letting anyone get so close to me before. I never wanted to be understood. Didn’t want to share my thoughts or fears. I’d only allowed Adrian to see the real me—the deepest darkest parts that no one else had ever deserved to see.
And my reward had been an unquestioning friendship and a trust that only strengthen when our careers forced us apart. I should’ve known that Adrian would be the one man who’d completely control my body.
I didn’t need to speak. No words passed from my lips, only a soft and gracious moan which breathlessly revealed my submission. I surrendered to him, casting my arms over my head.
He liked that, his hand gripping his thick cock as he stroked himself and returned to my slickening petals. He licked. He teased. He captured that sensitive nub between his lips and tugged just to earn my surprised gasp.
His conquest of my soft folds was absolute. He drove me to the brink again and again, pulling away at the last moment to ensure I wouldn’t succumb to that oblivion without him.
His cock jumped in his hand, so perfectly thick and masculine. The tip wetted with his own excitement. It was a promise of animalistic determination—so eager to bury inside of me. And my body responded in kind. Begging, pleading to be placed under his dominance.
Taken.
Filled.
Made his.
But this wasn’t a raging or violent act, no matter how it shamed Adrian.
This was natural. Beautiful.
The final confirmation that I belonged to his pleasure, and that, deep down, my body had understood it before my mind. From my tightening nipples to the clenching of my unfilled womb—I sweated and panted to be completed by Adrian.
And to be seeded by the only man I’d ever trust with something so delicate and pure.
I descended into wanton shivers, practically weeping with need. Adrian shared my desire. But he didn’t fall over me. Instead, he rolled me onto my side and slipped behind me, wrapping me within the strength and security of his arms as my ass ground against his pulsing thickness. One arm held me around the waist.
As if I’d run.
As if I wanted to be anywhere but closer to him.
His other arm moved my leg and exposed my desperate slit for him. His fingers flatted over my mound, and he held my hips perfectly still with the promise of his cock tracing dizzying patterns over my petals.
I held my breath as his head found my entrance.