Preview of Don’t Date Your Best Friend
KIARA
“If you don’t want to kiss me then . . . let’s swim.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Naked.”
“ What? ”
“I always wanted to try skinny dipping.” I pursed my lips and said, “And I really want to get out of these clothes.”
When I thought about it, I wasn’t feeling self-conscious about my body when it came to him. Yes, he had seen in me in bikinis and accidentally walking in when I was busy writing something on my Post-it in my underwear and bra. But I was never self-conscious about what he would think of me or my body. I did have stretch marks, but I wasn’t uncomfortable about them. What I was most worried about was myself . If he got naked and my hormones spiked up, I didn’t know if I would control myself and not jump on him.
Gosh, I sounded so bad in my head. Not to mention, my best friend would be the first guy I would ever see naked. Way to go, Kiara.
His voice was strained when he said, “What if someone catches you . . . me, both?”
I moved my damp hair over my shoulder. “We will be in the pool, Ethan. And no one can see us from the living room.” I smirked when I said, “Unless you want to watch me while I swim, you can stay here.”
The thought of Ethan watching me with his intense green-blue eyes while I was swimming naked in the pool sent a delicious shiver down my core.
His eyes darkened and he looked away, probably thinking the same when I noticed red blush creeping up his neck and making his ears and cheeks flush. Cute .
I prodded, “Come on, Ethan. Don’t be a chicken . . .”
“ Fine .”
He stood up, his tall frame towering me. I forgot how to breathe when his dark eyes seared me, slowly trailing down my body as if he had all the time in the world. His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.”
I raised my eyebrow at the sudden change in his demeanour.
Ethan said, “You have an extra piece of clothing than me.”
I grinned. “Who said I was wearing any underwear?”
I loved the way his pupils widened in shock, surprise and then they were clouded by scorching desire. Biting my lips, I whispered, “I was messing with you.”
Holding the hem of the sweater, I tugged it up and removed it. I straightened my damp hair and shivered. But it wasn’t because of the cold air.
His eyes averted down my breasts, which were barely covered by the ivory lace bralette. As it was wet, he could easily notice my hardened nubs, which were begging for his attention.
We were crossing a dangerous line right now. And I knew neither one of us wanted to step back.
“Your turn,” I managed to whisper.