I froze, praying she hadn’t noticed, but I knew she must have, given how she stiffened. Should I apologize? Pretend it hadn’t happened? She wasn’t saying anything, so maybe she was going to pretend nothing had happened, too.

  Then she did move. She leaned back, pressing her ass against my crotch so that my cock was caught between the firm curve of her right buttock and my thigh. I was hyper-aware of each throbbing pulse, and was certain she could feel it, too.

  Should I rock against her? Let her know I was open to…whatever it was she wanted to do? Or should I move myself away from her and keep that safe distance of friendship between us? Yeah, do that one. But shit, I couldn’t move. I wanted to be here, with her, the scent of her apple shampoo driving me crazy.

  Even if I had truly believed that stepping away was the smarter thing to do, I couldn’t control my body’s response to Sasha’s.

  I held my breath as I rocked my hips, gently grinding my cock into her ass. I could easily—and I desperately wanted to—pull her skirt up, her panties down, my jeans down, and slide into her right there against the counter. But there was some sort of balance in what we were doing that I couldn’t bring myself to upset.

  I tried to assess our state of intoxication. I had certainly had more than Sasha, however the food and coffee had gone a long way to removing the effects of what I’d drunk. My head was less fuzzy. Well, it was a different kind of fuzzy. And on top of that, I felt surer on my feet, my stomach had settled down, and so far, there was no sign of a headache.

  It would be so much easier to think if I weren’t so distracted by the warmth of her ass against my cock and my slipping control.

  “How…” I began, then swallowed and tried again, succeeding in sounding less strained the second time. “How drunk do you think you are? How—how are you feeling?”

  “I’m not drunk anymore. Just hazy, I guess. I feel liberated.”

  I’ll worry about ramifications tomorrow. Later. So much later.

  Right now I wanted to taste her lips again. I wouldn’t think about that niggling voice in the back of my mind that screamed at me, Sasha is so much more than this. I wasn’t going to listen to that voice. Because that voice would keep me from getting too close. Gently, I turned her in my arms, and placed my mouth on hers.

  Home.

  The thought horrified me for the briefest of seconds, before sensation swamped me, pleasure pulling me under.

  I eventually broke the bond between our mouths and moved my lips along her jaw. Sasha leaned her head back, exposing the column of her throat. I kissed her again, then grazed my teeth along the sensitive skin. She shivered when I rocked my hips into hers.

  Holy fuck. I almost came.

  “Fox—”

  I slid my arms up her ribcage, chasing rib after rib, until I reached her breasts. The perfect orbs filled my hands, overflowing my palms.

  Jesus, she’s so soft.

  Sasha rocked into me, while my cock throbbed in my jeans, begging for an escape. “Sasha, you sure about this?”

  She nodded. “You’re my best friend.” She said that as if it were an answer, as if it were the only indication that was needed to explain why we were doing this. She rolled her hips against me one more time. I stopped caring. We were best friends, and I wouldn’t hurt her.

  But will she hurt you? my mind teased.

  As the lust pulsed through my veins, I lost all inhibitions. I wanted her. I wanted her badly, but I wasn’t thinking clearly enough. In hindsight, I wished I hadn’t had that last drink. But still, we were sobering up fast, as if the lust burned the alcohol from our blood.

  I yanked down the straps of her dress, and her bra followed suit. She freed her arms, leaving the cups in place. I pulled them down, letting her breasts spill freely into my hands. Her nipples acted as a homing beacon for my fingers, causing me to immediately start tugging gently on them, and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. Sasha hissed, and I turned her so she braced her hands across the sink for leverage.

  She was in the perfect position. I didn’t know how or why, but my hand started up the skirt of her dress. A gorgeous purple thong on the most perfect ass I had ever seen in my life. I wanted to massage it, squeeze it, bite it, fuck it.

  I gently hooked the elastic waist of her panties over my thumbs, and began sliding the satin fabric down. They slid over her hips, past her ass and then down her long, slim legs, to her knees. Before I could stop myself, I slid my hands up the back of her thighs and cupped her cheeks, her curves molded to my hands.

  When I stood again, she was pushing back into my caress. Sasha reached over, grabbing for me. With her hand on my package, she wrapped delicate fingers around me and squeezed, stroking me through my jeans. I was sure I was going to come just from her touching me like this. I kept thinking of that day on the couch, when our kiss had gone from friendly, to possessive, to needy.

  When I pressed my cock right against her hot, moist center, I never wanted to leave. She arched her hips, wanting me there. I needed her legs to open wider, so I could seat myself so far inside of her Sasha couldn’t tell where she ended and I began.

  There was a rustling of clothes. My belt buckle clattered. Once again, we were practically connected at the lips. Our tongues caressing, our teeth nipping at one another like desperate animals.

  I ran my fingers up her thighs, gripping, and possessive. I then plunged my thumb into her sweet center, stroking her. She was wet, slick, and hot. She was ready.

  Soooo damn ready.

  With her feet, she pushed my jeans down my legs. Then my boxers. I teased the tip of my cock against her hot center. I shuddered while she hissed with pleasure. She widened her legs, allowing me access to more of her.

  Holy fuck.

  I gripped the base of my shaft, then ran it along her slick center to her clit, then back again. Every time I teased that hot button of nerves, she shuddered and moaned my name. Sasha’s hands clutched my shoulders with nails digging in. She chanted my name, “Fox, Fox, oh my God, Fox. Please, I need you.”

  Sasha was a vocal lover, and shit, I liked that. I liked that a lot. She threw her head back and I leaned over her, attaching my lips to her throat, kissing and nibbling. Suddenly, we weren’t just teasing anymore. The tip of my dick pushed just inside of her.

  God, it feels so damn— Oh, fuck. Condom.

  Sasha lifted her head. “What’s wrong?”

  I held myself as still as I could bear. I didn’t want to move, in fear that I was going to blow. Sasha had felt so good. Fuck, she was hot. So tight. Shit. Why was she so tight? I had never had sex without protection, there were so many incredible sensations. The heat and moisture was tempting my cock to go deeper.

  “Condom. I don’t have a condom. They’re in my room.”

  Sasha moaned, “Fox—I—”

  I wanted this, I wanted to sink deep inside of her. But I was a good guy, not like one of the assholes that would have just used her and never spoken to her again. I wasn’t going to do this, not to Sasha.

  “We need to stop. I’ll go get the condoms, just wait—”

  She wasn’t hearing it. “Fox, I’m on the pill.”

  As if those were the magic words, I slipped a few centimeters further into her. Shit. I can’t. I had slept with too many women to count. I was beginning to think that it wasn’t a good idea. Before I could convince myself to stop, her inner muscles tightened around me, causing me to groan. I slid all the way home, and it was the best thing I had ever felt.

  “Sasha, holy hell.”

  She understood, because she was mumbling, “…so good. Yes, right there. So…Fox…Good.”

  That was it. We were making love. Fucking, making each other feel so good. Me and Sasha, against her kitchen sink. I drove my dick into her, over and over, pulling out till just the tip remained. My hands gripped tightly around her hips, keeping her in position. She wrapped her legs around me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Sasha grabbed at my hair, and before I knew it, I was going to blow. I didn’t know if this would ever happen again.

  I want to make this shit last.

  With a growl, I stopped us. Sasha whimpered as she rotated her hips into me, begging for more. I slowly disengaged, and she cried against me.

  “Shh. I'm not going anywhere. You feel too goddamn good around my dick.” I gently lifted her feet off the ground again and I turned her so that she faced the sink. With my knee, I nudged her thighs wider apart as she braced herself against the sink. The tip of my cock bumped her folds. I moaned her name as I slid home again.

  “Fuck. This is too good. Feels too amazing,” I murmured as I leaned over her, wrapping my body around hers, cupping her breasts and gently massaging them.

  Sasha groaned low and worked her hips back, even as I drove in deep. She chanted my name, over and over again, “Fox, Fox, Fox.” I gently pinched her nipples, added more pressure, and she started to shake. Oh, hell.

  I liked seeing this. I liked seeing her falling apart for me. I filled her deep, marking her as mine.

  She’s not yours. This is only temporary. A one-time thing, so get your head in the game and enjoy it.

  While one hand still cupped and kneaded her breast, the other slid down over her waist to her hip. I squeezed gently, and then Sasha did something I’d never felt before. Mid-stroke, her walls clamped around me. She wasn't exactly coming, yet. She was doing this on purpose, as if to keep me inside of her.

  No way in hell was I going to last longer than a minute if she kept that up. With a hand on her ass, I pulled her ass cheeks apart slightly, so I could watch my cock slide deep inside her wet center.

  God damn. I’ll never get used to this.

  And you won’t have to, because you’re just a rebound guy.

  I was making her feel good. And the better I made her feel, the more likely she’d let me touch her again. Determined to see that happen, I reached around the front of her hips, until I found that sweet, slick juncture between her thighs. I knew exactly what to do to send her skyrocketing.

  But instead of just pressing her clit, and yanking the orgasm from her, I teased. Oh so gently, my middle finger flickered over her clit, seeking the most sensitive pleasure spot on her body.

  Sasha bucked against me. “Oh my God, Fox. Holy shit—” She braced her arms on the sink in front of her and pushed her ass back against me until I was balls-deep. She came hard and fast and cupped my dick so tight that I thought I might never escape.

  Not that I want to.

  I could die right here and be perfectly happy. I held her hips tight with both hands, sinking in deep, over and over, until she was coming again.

  “Fuck, Sasha.” Her name was part epithet. She was a goddess, but she had no right to make me feel like this. She had no right to be this hot. No right to be this perfect for me.

  My orgasm crashed into hers, and I came hard. Unable to stop myself, I clamped my teeth on the base of her neck and bit gently. Sucking her skin, attempting to consume her, before gently licking over the tender bite with my tongue.

  I never wanted to leave. I was going to stay right here until she forced me out. Don’t go getting attached, lover boy. You are the rebound guy. And for now, that was okay. Sooner or later, she’d look at me the way I’d been looking at her since we were kids.

  I was in trouble. There was no way I was ever going to get enough. I was bound and determined to live out every fantasy I’d ever had about Sasha. And from the looks of it, she’d had a few fantasies, herself.

  My fingers rooted in her hair as I rolled to lay her flat on her back, my weight bearing her down into the mattress. My grip was tight as I pulled her head back, breaking the kiss. My eyes searched hers and found only warmth and welcome. She loosened her hold on me, and smoothed the hair back from my forehead and temples. I dropped my face to her neck and placed openmouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts while she lifted her hands above her head.

  Sasha giggled when my lips skimmed the tops of her breasts.

  I traced the petals with my fingers, and her nipples hardened, her breathing hitched. I bent my head and slid the lace aside to run my tongue over the tight tips, licking her sensitive skin.

  Sasha arched her back beneath me and ran her hands over my back, her fingernails lightly raking when I began using my teeth.

  “I’m not hurting you, am I?” I asked as my nose trailed through the valley between her breasts before I repeated the process on the other one, this time, using my teeth to tug the lacy fabric down.

  “Not at all,” she answered with a smile. Sasha outlined the muscles across my shoulders and arms, then dug her elbows into the mattress to arch her back as my tongue flicked across her nipple.

  Before I could continue torturing her, she tugged me back so she could kiss me again. I slid my hand over her soft skin, caressing the curve of her hip and thigh before shifting between her legs. Fuck, she was wet. My cock stirred. Already ready for another go. Yeah, why not? I’d already crossed into dangerous territory.

  I found her slick, wet, and ready, and I groaned against her lips. “Sash, condoms. We should use them. Last time I—” I cleared my throat. “We should use them.”

  Sasha sat up. “I told you, I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. I got tested right after Ryan.”

  The relief was immediate. “I swear, Sash. I’ve never—”

  She held my face, gently brushing my cheekbones with her thumbs. “I believe you.”

  One of her hands trailed down from where she’d been stroking the line of my jaw as we kissed. The muscles of my belly clenched beneath the light graze of her fingernails. Then she began gently but purposefully stroking my cock. Oh, shit. One touch from her was all I needed, and I was ready to go.

  “I want you.” Her voice was low as she tightened her grip. I bent my head to kiss her again, the both of us driving each other crazy. Only the sounds of our moans and groans filled the silence in her bedroom.

  She hooked her fingers into my head.

  “Fuck, Sasha. Yes. Show me how much you want me.”

  “Fox, oh, my God. Please—”

  I hovered above her briefly as Sasha wrapped her legs around my waist, her soft inner thighs gripping me. “Sasha—” I whispered, then drove home. With a kiss, I slid in deep, resting my forehead against hers as I waited a few beats before starting to move inside her.

  This time, we moved together with long, slow strokes. Her hands came to rest near the small of my back, gently urging me back into her each time, her rocking body driving me higher and higher.

  Bearing my weight on my elbows, I let my hands tangle in her hair and caress her face. She was so damn beautiful.

  Except for a few times when the need to close our eyes and chase a sensation was impossible to ignore, we spent the entire time locked in one another’s gaze.

  Lightning wrapped around my spine, and the shaking started in my toes. She locked her legs around me, holding me inside her and rolling her hips in time with mine. As she came, my lips were on hers, and I let go.

  I was too spent and content to do anything but lay my head on her breast, hoping I wasn’t crushing her with my weight.

  Between Sasha stroking my hair and the metronomic rhythm of her heartbeat beneath my ear, I was soon lulled to sleep.

  9

  Fox

  I woke to the feel of Sasha’s satin skin all around me. Her body had tucked into mine during the night, and her ass gently cradled my cock as she slept. Unbeknownst to me, and likely her, she liked to tease when she was asleep. All night, I’d woken up intermittently to slow gyrations of her hips. It was why I hadn’t let her sleep much. Every time I woke up, I was hard and ready, and she was naked and wet for me. It was no different now.

  Instinctively, I curled my arm around her, wanting to pull her closer. Although she needed sleep, and so did I. I had a damn press conference today. Although for once I wasn’t nervous. Nothing like fucking your best friend again to help loosen yourself up.

  I ignored the devil on my shoulder. I was going to let her rest. Because I wasn’t sure how she’d feel when she woke up enough to realize the ramifications of what we’d done. I wanted to give her time. Just because Sasha had fueled every teenaged wet dream of mine for years, that didn’t mean she’d be down for this happening again, and again…and again.

  Carefully I slid my arms from around her and rolled out of the bed. I quickly checked the time on her bedside clock. It was 4 a.m. I should go back to sleep, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to. I was wide awake now, and seemingly, my dick was in no mood to give me a break.

  Something made me pause. I didn’t just want to walk out on her. I wanted to stay. I wanted to pull her into my arms, and keep her there.

  What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn’t into sleepovers. I usually liked my space.

  While I was the fun-loving, wisecracking one of my siblings, I was also an introvert. I relished my space and time alone. I preferred it. But with Sasha, it was different. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was painful to leave her there, but still I slipped out of bed and tucked the blanket around her, covering her shoulders so that she’d stay warm, then I padded out into the living room.

  I was too keyed up to go to sleep now, and the rink didn't open for at least another hour. Today was the day they’d announce that I was on the team, and it would be too late to go back. Not that I wanted to go back, but still. Instead of lying in Sasha’s arms, where I wanted to be, I sat down to watch game films. When it came to games, I knew how to study. Whenever my life turned into chaos, I always returned to the ice. Since I couldn’t lace up my skates right now, watching game films was the next best thing.

  I focused on this instead of focusing on the woman I’d just left alone in bed. I prayed to God that I hadn’t fucked up our friendship. Because at the end of the day, I couldn’t have her.

  Sasha