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  “It might not be necessary,” he said. “But I want to do it.”

  Adam crouched down and continued to kiss her, now reaching her ass, covered in dark denim. She squirmed. Her jeans were tight, perfectly made for showing off her body. He stopped when he kissed the back of her knee, then stood up, pressing the length of his body against hers and pushing her against the wall.

  “Get a condom,” she said, “and fuck me right here.”

  He slid his hand into her panties again and cupped her sex.

  “It’s very flattering,” he said, “that you want me so badly.” He pushed one finger inside her. “Very, very badly, I can see.” He pulled his finger out but kept his hand in the same place. “If it’s been several months, what’s a few more minutes?”

  He’d said that to himself as much as to Danielle. His finger was coated in the wetness of her desire, and he needed to feel that on his cock. God, it would feel so incredible to be inside her body. But he would wait, just a little longer.

  “I didn’t realize you were such an ass in the bedroom,” she said.

  “Am I? We’ll have to see when we get there.”

  She tried to turn around, but he kept her pinned where she was.

  “Am I an ass for trying to turn you on as much as I can?” he asked.

  “As my friend, I didn’t think you’d be so interested in torturing me.”

  “Forget I’m your friend. Pretend I’m some hot stranger you met at the bar beneath the glow of Santa’s reindeer while drinking a lame rum and Coke.”

  “But I don’t want to forget you’re my friend. It seems naughtier this way. A stranger I met at a bar? That’s just so normal for me.”

  Oh. Unable to help himself, he rubbed his finger up and down her slit. Then he lifted his hand to his nose and took in the scent of her. Fuck, he needed to taste her too.

  “So when your friend sticks his finger inside you and inhales the scent of your pussy, that’s—”

  “It seems so wrong to hear you talk about my pussy and to feel your hands on me. We’re not supposed to do this. It’s usually just drinking and stupid texts and…” She let out a shaky breath. “Just fuck me.”

  She looked back at him, and he kissed her, her mouth searing on his. If it turned her on to think this was all wrong, a corruption of the way things were supposed to be between friends, he’d take it. Later, he’d figure out how to turn this into what he wanted—which was more than a couple nights together.

  He pushed his hand into her panties again and used his fingers to spread her open. “I’ll fuck you soon. Don’t you worry. I’ll thrust as deep as I can into your pussy. But first… How often do you touch yourself, Danielle?”

  “Nearly every day.”

  “Good. Don’t want you to get out of practice. Want you ready to take me.”

  “As I’ve told you many times, I’m more than ready.”

  “We’ve been friends for years,” he said, pushing one finger into her slick heat. “And yet I had no idea about any of this until tonight. No idea that your pussy requires attention every twenty-four hours.”

  Somehow, it was easy to talk to Danielle like this, despite the being-friends-for-years part. Once he’d known she was sure, once he could tell she was getting turned on, back on that dark staircase—it became easy.

  “How much time do you spend thinking about my masturbation habits?” she asked.

  A lot, actually. But he wouldn’t tell her that.

  “You do it earlier today?” he said.

  “This afternoon. When I was … thinking of having sex tonight. Meeting someone at the bar, you know. I had a toy inside of me, as I thought about that.” She moved against his finger, like she was trying to get more than what he was giving her.

  “Did you come?”

  “Of course.” She groaned. “You done talking yet?”

  Adam pushed her jeans and panties over her hips, then down to her knees. He turned her around, knelt down, and pressed his mouth between her legs. Wanting to lick the most intimate parts of her body, wanting to drive her crazy with need. Wanting so much with her.

  Danielle moaned softly and clutched his shoulders as he circled her clit with his tongue. He’d longed to feel and hear her response to his touch for so long. Longed to see her aching for him. But when her breath began to quicken, he stopped.

  “I should have known you’d do that,” she muttered. “Like I said, you’re an ass.”

  No, he just really needed to fuck her. Now.

  He stood up, took off the rest of her clothes, and dragged her to the couch. She lay on her back, flushed and ready to take him. And take her he would.

  Adam said nothing as he removed his pants and boxers, rolled on a condom, and then rubbed his cock over her slit, not yet entering her. She bucked her hips, tightened her arms around him, and kissed him greedily. God. This was part of his fantasy too—not just fucking her, but the part before he fucked her, when she writhed against him and could think of nothing but him stuffing her with his cock.

  He pushed into her. One sharp thrust and he was seated deep inside her, surrounded by her heat and moisture. And it felt amazing. Perfect.

  “Was that worth waiting for?” he asked, his voice unsteady. “If you tell me it wasn’t, I can pull out right now.”

  Ha. Like she would want that. He knew it was amazing for her too. It was written all over her face.

  “Don’t you dare.” She grabbed his ass and held him against her.

  “You like my cock? Is it the best one you’ve had in the past four months?”

  “Obviously. I… Ohh.”

  He began thrusting. Slow, deep strokes. He couldn’t move any faster or he’d be done in thirty seconds. This was the problem with not having sex in two years. Or maybe it was just the problem—the only problem—with having sex with Danielle for the first time.

  She moved against him, meeting his strokes until he pulled all the way out.

  “Tell me how you like to be fucked,” he said.

  “This is good. Or was good, until a moment ago.” She wrapped her hand around his cock and tried to guide him back inside her.

  “Not yet.” He grasped her wrist. “Do you like it from behind? Against the door? Do you prefer to be on top? In the shower? When you imagine us fucking, how do we do it?” He’d imagined it every way that was physically possible. And then some.

  “Was I supposed to think about doing this the entire time we’ve been friends? I missed the memo.”

  Well, she’d think about it after tonight. He’d make sure of it.

  “At the bar,” he said. “You were picturing it then, weren’t you?”

  “Why are we talking now?”

  “Because I was about to come, and I want it to last more than a minute. I warned you—I’ve been rather deprived lately.” He rubbed his thumb over her clit. Her lips parted, and he closed his mouth over hers and slid his tongue inside.

  After they’d kissed, she said, “I pictured you doing me from behind. Over the couch. And you being so desperate that you had me there within a minute of getting in the door.”

  “I’m sorry I did things a little differently.”

  Adam slammed inside her, and she orgasmed immediately. She didn’t cry out, but she shook and dug her fingers into his back; it filled him with pleasure to do that to her.

  He pulled out of her again, dragged her up, and bent her over the arm of the couch. The last time he’d been in her apartment, he’d imagined doing exactly this. But he hadn’t expected it to happen. And now…

  “I never knew,” he said, “how hard you shake when you come. How much your pussy tightens when you’re overcome with ecstasy. All these years we’ve been friends, and I never knew.” He pressed the head of his cock to her entrance. “And soon I’m going to know what it’s like to come inside you.”

  A few quick thrusts were all it took. With Danielle bent over the couch, his hands on her ass … it didn’t take long at all.

  “Oh God, Adam,
” she murmured.

  He growled as he spent himself. This moment he’d thought of so often...

  But this time, it was real.

  ****

  They sat at the kitchen table and ate homemade strawberry-rhubarb crisp out of a container. Danielle’s grandmother had given it to her yesterday and probably hadn’t imagined her eating it at two o’clock in the morning after having sex with a friend.

  Yeah.

  She couldn’t believe she’d done that.

  And she also couldn’t believe she’d never thought of it before, seeing as how it had been so damn good.

  She’d expected Adam to do her quickly. Bend her over the couch—as she’d said—or take her to bed, and satisfy both of their needs. It would be hot and quick, but nothing more. She hadn’t expected him to say the things he’d said, to make her more desperate than she’d ever been, even as she begged him to just stick it in already. She was glad he hadn’t listened to her. Because in the end, it had certainly been worth it.

  He was looking at her smugly now. Damn him.

  She picked up a large forkful of strawberry-rhubarb crisp. She wasn’t usually this hungry unless she smoked up, and it had been a while since she’d done that.

  “Want to stay over?” she asked.

  “Do I have to sleep on the couch?”

  “Only if you want to.”

  “I don’t. Unless you’re sleeping on the couch too.”

  Just the thought of having him in her bed made her hot and bothered again. And this was Adam. She never would have guessed.

  “You have to work tomorrow?” he asked.

  “Shift starts at eleven.” Unfortunately. “Lucky you and your nine-to-five job.”

  “More like eight to six, but it does have its advantages. Like never working on Sundays.”

  Adam’s job was … she didn’t know, actually. He did some kind of computer mumbo jumbo that they never talked about. He’d told her about it once, and it nearly put her to sleep.

  Danielle looked down at the rapidly-diminishing strawberry-rhubarb crisp. “This is a little weird.”

  “Because we’re sitting around in our underwear late at night, eating dessert that your very Christian grandmother made?”

  “Yeah, something like that.”

  He put down his fork. “Should we pretend this never happened? We could have some rum and Cokes”—he shuddered—“and hope we forget all about it.”

  Adam winked. He obviously knew how she’d respond.

  She laughed a little as she shook her head. “I’ve never drunk enough to lose parts of my memory. No, we don’t need to forget.”

  “Good. Because I think it would be impossible for me to forget. And I don’t think you could forget, either.”

  He was definitely right about that.

  Chapter Three

  Danielle moaned as soon as she woke up. There was a hand on her inner thigh, a hard body pressed against her back.

  Adam.

  “This okay?” he asked.

  “Mmm,” she said. “Yes.”

  “What about this?” He slid one finger inside her, and she moaned again. “I guess I can safely assume you like that too. I’ll add it to the list of things I’ve recently learned about you. How Danielle likes to be woken up in the morning.”

  She laughed. “Please do.”

  Waking up with Adam wasn’t as strange as she’d thought it might be. Sure, they’d never talked like this in the past. And she didn’t know what would happen now. But it wasn’t awkward at all; she was entirely comfortable with him.

  “You going to ask me more questions?” she said. “Things you never knew about me, despite us being friends for five years?” Like how often I masturbate?

  “Let’s see… When was the first time you did this?” He moved his finger in and out of her.

  She exhaled unsteadily. Not because of the memory, but because of how he was touching her. “I was fourteen. Ricky Johansson. We were in his basement, and we didn’t take off any clothes, but… Yeah. We didn’t know what we were doing.”

  “You lose your virginity to him?”

  “No. I was sixteen then. Another guy—Ben Houston. He was a year older than me and very sweet, actually. It was in the back of his car and it hurt a little, but it was pretty good. Then a few weeks later I decided Ben was just too nice for me.”

  “Too nice?”

  “I had a problem with nice guys when I was younger,” she said. “Maybe because my mom always dated such pieces of shit, so that’s what I thought boyfriends were supposed to be like.”

  “You never told me this before.”

  “It never came up.”

  Danielle didn’t mention her mother very often. She’d moved out the day she turned eighteen and rarely saw the woman who’d given birth to her. And the crappy boyfriends she’d had after Ben? She tried to think about those as little as possible too.

  Now she just wanted to focus on Adam, who was probably anything but a crappy boyfriend. Not that she’d given it much thought before.

  “So what about you?” she said. “When did you lose it?”

  He slid his hand up to her breast and toyed with her nipple. “I was nineteen.”

  “This with your first girlfriend? Jennifer, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You ever sleep with someone you weren’t dating? Before last night, I mean.”

  “Not since university.”

  “You should…” She was going to say something about how he should get over his dislike of approaching women in bars, but she didn’t want to think about where that might lead, didn’t want to think about Adam with anyone else.

  Things were definitely different between them now.

  “I should what?” he asked.

  “Fuck me again.”

  “I can’t believe you thought you needed to tell me that. Obviously I plan to fuck you.”

  Heat filled her at his words. The memory of last night—she felt it in every inch of her body.

  “That’s why I trailed off,” she said. “Because I realized it wasn’t necessary to say it.”

  She rolled over and kissed him, sliding her hand into his boxers and wrapping it around his hard cock.

  “As you can see,” he said quietly, “I want you very badly, Danielle.”

  “Ever heard of morning wood?”

  “As a matter of fact, I have. I might have experienced it too. But this is because of you. You’re gorgeous. You know that?” He slowly ran his hand from the side of her breast to her waist, then down to the top of her thigh. “Very beautiful.”

  “Did you think that before you saw me naked? Before I offered to put out?”

  “Yes. I did.”

  He kept running his hand over her body, his gaze following his hand. Her skin flamed at his gentle touch, at the way he looked at her with admiration.

  She needed more of Adam. But he always seemed to take his time with things. And frustrating as that could be, she liked it. Liked it an awful lot.

  “I’m curious.” His fingertips danced on her shoulder blade. “About seven months ago, you went home with that Spanish guy and his wife. What happened?”

  “Threesome,” she said. “I assume you’ve heard of those before?”

  “I might have. But I’ve never had one.”

  “I’m sure you’ve seen a video.”

  “That’s secret information.” He grinned. How had she never noticed his dimples before? “So what did you do?”

  “He fucked me, then he fucked his wife.”

  “You touch her at all?”

  “We made out a little. Wish you were there?”

  “I wish I’d seen that, yes.” He removed her underwear, then his own, and rolled on top of her. “I couldn’t sleep that night. I was thinking about him screwing you, then taking you myself.” He spread his hand over her hip and moved against her. “Fucking you so hard that it drove all thoughts of him from your mind.”

  “How long have you thought abo
ut having sex with me?”

  She’d never considered it until last night, but clearly that wasn’t the case for Adam. The thought of being the object of his fantasies made her squirm. His erection pressed just below her navel, achingly close. So hard. So perfect when he was inside her.

  “A while,” he said.

  “Five years?”

  “No. Not that long. But for over a year now, I’ve thought of it often.”

  “You never said anything.”

  “It never came up.” He planted kisses on her neck, scraping his teeth over her skin.

  “Aren’t you hilarious,” she said, twisting beneath him.

  He shifted, his cock rubbing against her thigh now. “Does it bother you?”

  “That you thought about me like this? No.” But she couldn’t help but wonder… “You do it for your other female friends?”

  “Never.”

  Oh, thank God. That was what she wanted to hear. She couldn’t help wanting it to be all about her.

  “Why don’t you stop fantasizing,” she said, “and start doing?”

  “You don’t want me to tell you about those fantasies? How much time I’ve spent thinking about sliding my fingers into your underwear and finding you dripping wet for me? How much time I’ve spent picturing my cock swallowed by your pussy? I’m sure I’ve lost hours—days more likely—thinking about that.” He raised himself above her and took his cock in hand. He rubbed the head of it down the inside of her leg, painfully slow.

  She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down. She liked how he took his time, but she had her limits. “Get your cock in me, Adam.”

  He rolled on a condom and sank into her.

  Danielle didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or cry out. She did both, as best those two things could be done at once.

  And then he pulled out. He circled the head of his cock around her entrance as her wetness crept down her legs, as she tried to form the words to complain.

  “You love it with me, don’t you?” he said. “You love it so much.”

  Before she was able to speak, he was inside her again, thrusting in an even rhythm as his mouth moved to hers. His kisses—hot and sweet at the same time—matched his thrusts. She circled her legs around him and pulled his body against her, reveling in the feel of his skin against hers. They were together, as close as they could be, moving in tandem. And still, even though it felt like he was splitting her open, she wished she could have more of Adam.