More Than Friends (3 page)

He bracketed
her waist with his large hands. “Are you sure?”

Clearly he
needed to hear her say the word. “Yes, I’m sure.”

He framed her
face and kissed her as though she’d given him a gift. When he pulled back, he
scooped her into his arms and set his long strides toward his bedroom. “I’m
going to make you mine, Lily,” he promised as he lowered her to her feet,
letting her body slide against his on the way down. “And I’m going to take all
night about it.”

Justin hadn’t
turned on the bedroom lights and soft moonbeams flowed through the window,
casting them in silver light. The combination of his hard-muscled body brushing
hers and his delicious pledge made her head spin.

“Lily.” The
way he said her name, low and urgent melted her. No one had ever said her name
with such reverence, such desire that it brought tears to her eyes.

“Hey, Lil.”
He tipped her chin, brushed her tears from her lashes with his thumbs. “If
you’ve changed your mind, I’ll understand. I don’t want to let you go, but I
won’t stop you if you want to leave. Just say the word.”

How could she
walk away from this? From Justin? From one night? When it was all she’d ever
have of him?  There was only one way she could think of that would leave him in
no doubt she wanted this as much as he did. She rose up on tiptoe, cupped the
back of his head, and drew his mouth to hers in a long wet kiss.

“Make love to
me, Justin...and...yes, please take all night about it.”

She wasn’t
sure, but she thought she heard him whisper, ‘Thank you, Lord!’ right before
his mouth captured hers again.

He nuzzled
one of the thin dress straps aside and kissed his way along the golden skin of
her shoulder. His hands followed a path from her tush up her spine until he
found the zipper nestled in the back of her dress. He travelled succulent
kisses up her neck on his way to her ear where he nipped the lobe.

“You’re so
beautiful.” His breath whispered in her ear as he drew down her zip, exposing
her back to the cool breeze coming in the open window. “Every time I imagined
Wayne doing this to you, I wanted to break him in half.”

To Lily,
those were the most seductive words any man had ever spoken to her. She pressed
her lips to his neck. “I didn’t—we didn’t—I stopped making love with him
shortly after I met you.” Which was probably why he ended up cheating on her.

Justin
stilled, leaned back to search her face. “Why did you do that, Lil?” He stared
at her, expectant, and she wished she’d kept her mouth shut.

She couldn’t
tell him that each time Wayne attempted to make love to her she wanted it to be
him. That the couple of times they did have sex after she met Justin, she
pretended he was the man making love to her. Lily was too ashamed of herself to
admit her unfaithfulness; although she was sure it would have fed Justin’s ego
no end.

“He wasn’t
you.” That wasn’t what she meant to say. She was going to tell him her
relationship with Wayne was none of his business. Perhaps she wasn’t as sobered
up as she thought if her brain was thinking one thing and her mouth saying
another, as if the two were disconnected.

Justin
smiled. “If it helps, I never had sex with Mel.”

“It helps.” But
even if he had, it wouldn’t have made any difference because she wanted him and
couldn’t seem to help herself. “Justin?” She shrugged the second strap from her
shoulder, let the soft cotton dress slip to the plush carpeted floor. “Why are
we talking?”

His blue eyes
darkened as they glided slowly over her and the look of wonderment she saw on
his face snagged her breath in her throat.

“I have no
idea.” He tugged her back into his arms and kissed her, walking them backward
to the big bed that dominated the room. He drew her down with him, angling her
between his thighs so she lay on top of his muscle-packed body.

He rolled her
onto her back, his mouth never left hers as he anchored an arm under her back just
above her waist, and with a smooth one-arm move, he repositioned her further up
the bed and settled her against the fluffy pillows. He was still fully clothed,
and while she was content to enjoy every minute of his lovemaking, she wanted
him naked—now.

“One of us is
a little over dressed,” she whispered as she nipped his stubble-roughed jaw and
let her tongue soothe the mark as she tugged at his shirt buttons, relieved
when Justin’s hands joined hers to help. He removed the shirt and tossed it
across the room, then yanked off his jeans and sent them to follow.

“Your turn.” He
tangled a finger in the thin, stretchy material at her hip and stripped her
thong off her.

“You’re still
overdressed.” She slipped her thumbs into his boxer-briefs’ waistband and
relieved him of them. “That’s better.” She dropped them on the floor. Naked,
ripped muscles and aroused, he was breathtaking. If tonight was all she would
have, she’d make the most of it. “Do you know what I want to do?” She didn’t
wait for him to answer, she pushed his shoulder until he complied and let her press
him onto his back. “This.”

His stomach
was tanned and ridged with hard muscles. She’d never seen him without his shirt,
and now she was glad because she would’ve never been able to think straight
around him. His stomach was harder than she imagined, and she kissed every
deep, firm ridge from his sternum down to his navel. If he were hers, she’d do
this every day. When she swirled her tongue in the dip of his navel, she loved
the way she made him groan.

“Lily.”

Yes, she liked
hearing her name moaned like that, too. There were a lot of things she didn’t
know she liked until now. Things like nuzzling the narrow band of hair that
arrowed down a man’s stomach to his groin. Or how wondrous it was to kiss the
bulbous head of a silk-on-steel erection before sucking it into her mouth. She
traced one of the thick pulsing veins along its length with her tongue. He made
her so desperately greedy.

“Lily.” This
time he hissed out her name and reached for her. “That feels way too good.”

But she wanted
more. She wanted to taste all of him. Large hands closed around Lily’s arms and
lifted her from him before she could suck him into her mouth again, his
strength excellent in the way he smoothly flipped her onto her back.

He captured
her mouth in a kiss that was hot and deep. “I want you too much. I won’t last
if you do that.” Cupping her face between his hands, his blue eyes smouldered.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.” His body shifted into a more comfortable
position. “I’ve waited too long to mess this up now.”

Justin cupped
her plump breast, then circled her hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue
and gently blew the damp flesh.

Her mouth
went dry, her body on fire. No one had ever made her so frenzied for him the
way Justin did. He knew how to touch her to bring her to desperate need. How to
make her body buzz with more intoxication than a tequila shot.

He drew one
nipple into his mouth, then moved to the other, sucking each one deeply enough
to make her moan. Her aroused gasps echoed in the dim room, and she clutched
helplessly at the sheets, the velvety sensation of them telling Lily they were
silk.

“I think it’s
my turn to show you what I’ve wanted to do—fantasized about doing. Would you
like me to show you, Lil?” His husky tone sent aroused shivers through her.

She nodded,
biting her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning as he smoothed one hand
along the inside of her thigh, inching closer to her core where her pulse flitted
a frenzied rhythm. When he replaced his hand with his mouth on her sensitive
inner thigh, sizzling lightning bolts of desire shot to her centre. Lily sucked
in a sharp breath as his gentle nips crept closer to where she wanted him—to
where she pulsed.

Just when she
thought he would settle his mouth on her, he directed his attention to her
midriff. She wanted to scream with frustration—almost begged as he took his
time exploring her midsection. His tongue delved into her bellybutton in erotic
payback, and her muscles clenched tight under his ministrations.

Every swipe
of his lips and tongue seemed to set off a more intense need, until she could
hardly think straight. His stubble lightly grazed her skin, sending heat lancing
through her. “Oh please, Justin.”

His mouth
travelled downward to her pubis. He halted, his kiss hot and wet directly above
her womb. Her abdomen jerked beneath his lips, and his smile brushed her
blazing flesh.

Lily’s breath
hitched in her chest. Her fingers dug into his hard shoulder muscles. “Now,
Justin.
Now
.” She tried to pull him up, but he wouldn’t budge. “I can’t
wait any longer.”

With his
tongue, he traced the neat strip of trimmed hair that graced her femininity.
Lily gasped with the shock of the intimate caress. She’d never let a lover do
this to her, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about Justin performing such an
intimate act on her. Before she could decide, his tongue stroked her clitoris.

“Justin, no.”
She couldn’t let him. It was too much, too personal.

“Lily,
please.” He raised his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were cobalt with desire and
earnest. She could see that he wanted to do this for her, but still she
hesitated for a moment longer. If she was ever going to have the experience,
she wanted to share it with Justin.

He was laying
between her legs, his arms cradling her thighs, his broad shoulders bracing her
legs apart and she pressed her palm to the side of his face. “Okay,” she
whispered. “But it feels like you’re teasing me.”

“It’ll be
worth it, I promise.” His tongue flicked her, jolting her with intense
pleasure.

She arched off
the bed, gasping as he circled the coiled nerves at her core with a slow stroke
of his tongue before flicking her again. He didn’t give her time to think
before he suckled her into his mouth.

Body on fire
and delirious with pleasure, Lily tossed her head on the pillows in unrestrained
rapture. She tunnelled her fingers through Justin’s hair, gripped the soft strands
tight in her fists as she gave into a primordial need to rock her hips in
sensual rhythm to the play of his mouth and tongue on her.

In a distant
part of her mind, she recognised her cries of pleasure and incoherent sobs of
encouragement echoing around them. But she was beyond caring who might hear
her. This was too incredible, too intense to whisper about.

Her climax hit
with the power of a thousand watts, the explosion skyrocketing her into erotic
ecstasy. She moaned his name loudly as her body coiled tight then vibrated with
uncontrollable release.

Justin yanked
out the bedside drawer and grabbed a strip of condoms from inside. Within
seconds, he sheathed himself. Lily was beyond glad he hurried because she
wanted more and Justin had the look of an impassioned man who couldn’t wait a
second longer.

He grasped
her hips, positioning her beneath him. Imprisoning her gaze with his
passion-darkened eyes, he slid into her slick warmth with a powerful thrust as
he captured her mouth in a sexy kiss that drank in her gasp of pleasure. Their
bodies fitted together just perfect, as though they were made for each other.

“My
imagination didn’t do you justice. You feel a million times better than any
fantasy.” His voice, husky with desire, vibrated against the side of her neck.

“Please,
Justin.” She cupped the back of his head, his hair soft against her palm as she
urged his mouth back to hers. The muscles in his back bunched under her roving
hands as he moved, withdrawing before slamming back into her with the urgency
of need that brought his thick length deep within her and suffused her body
with acute sensations.

She moaned
his name again, clutching his wide shoulders for support as she moved her hips
to meet his thrusts with an urgency of her own.   

His breath
hissed out her name as he cupped her tush, pressing her tighter against him as
if he couldn’t get close enough, deep enough.  

On a surge of
ecstasy, her internal muscles squeezed tight around his unyielding length. “Oh,
Justin...yes...harder...more...” She sought his mouth as his powerful trusts
brought her to orgasm. She cried her climax into his mouth and swallowed his rough
groan of release.

Right then Lily
knew she’d never be the same again. Justin had spoiled her for every other man.

*
* * *

Justin was in
a whistling good mood. Even the Saturday
morning London sky outside his kitchen window reflected his sunny disposition.  His
tune was off key, but he didn’t care, he kept right on whistling as he set the
coffee pot to make fresh coffee.

Last night
was... man! Last night was... wow! He couldn’t find words to describe how astounding
it was. He didn’t know sex could be that intense, that amazing. And Lily. Lily
was finally his. Until now, Justin could never figure out what would make a man
give up his freedom and commit himself to one woman for life. He now
understood. And it wasn’t the hours of great sex he’d had last night that had
him thinking crazy. It was the sheer unadulterated joy of being with Lily. For
the first time ever, he imagined gladly forsaking all other women if it meant
he’d be with Lily for the rest of his life.

He retrieved
the towel he’d slung around his shoulders after his shower and continued to
towel dry his hair. Because he just couldn’t help himself, he grinned. He
didn’t plan to let Lily out of his bed until Monday morning, and that’s only
because she had work and he had back-to-back meetings all day.  

But until
then, Lily was all his and he was going to make darn sure she knew it. To have
her admit she felt something for him was a dream materialized. He’d be a fool
not to hold on to her now she’d finally come to him. First, breakfast in bed,
then a shower—possibly together—then—