Chapter 20 #2
“We’re both really tired,” she added.
“Deliriously tired,” he agreed.
At least they were on the same page about that. Libby feigned a yawn as further proof that it was time to go to bed. Separately. “It’s been a long, busy week. We’ve had fun, haven’t we?”
“Lots of fun. I’m glad we’re friends,” he said.
Right, of course. The reminder that the kiss had meant nothing. They were just friends. But he was still leaning into her with no sign of moving. Her knees were bumping his thigh, and long gone were the days when she spent energy second-guessing what a man wanted, only to get it wrong.
“I have to point out that friends don’t kiss,” Libby said.
“No, they don’t.” Dan pressed his lips together. “Not on the mouth, anyway.” He then placed the sweetest little kiss next to her ear.
Closing her eyes, she inhaled his scent. Fresh, spicy, manly.
We’re friends, we’re friends, we’re friends…
When he pulled away, his gaze caught hers, and he smiled. “That’s how friends kiss,” he said, and then his gaze flickered to where her hand had drifted, low on his stomach.
Damn. How did that get there?
But his abs felt so good bunching under her palm. So good that she couldn’t move her hand away.
And he still wasn’t moving away either…
Libby swallowed. It wasn’t her imagination. She was seriously sensing he wanted something, and man, did she want it too. After so many years, she needed it. And who better to give it to her than a man she trusted, a man who’d become a friend. A man she wasn’t bound to in any way.
“We’re a little more than just friends,” she whispered. “We’re friends who help each other out, remember?”
“That’s true.” A slow, sexy grin spread on his face. He licked his lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Do you have anything I can help you with, Libby?”
Oh man, what had she started?
Her mouth went dry.
“That depends,” she said.
“On what?”
“On…um…whether or not you’ve got anything I can help you with in return?”
“Oh, yeah…” He sucked in air. “I’ve got something that I’d like help with, should a friend have a similar…something.”
Libby swallowed. “Well, in that case, if two friends had the same something they needed help with, then those two friends could help each other out.”
“Yes, they could.”
“Especially if they get on well as friends,” she added.
“Oh, yes, especially,” Dan said. “They could take that friendship—”
“That mutual understanding—”
“Uh-huh, and they could use it to see to each other’s needs.”
“And because their friendship is strong enough,” Libby said quickly, “if those needs were, um, seen to, they’d remain friends afterwards.”
“Absolutely.”
“Right.” She crossed her legs. It was the only way she could keep them together and not wrap them around Dan’s body. It was ridiculous how turned on she was right now. And even more ridiculous to think she could do something about it with Dan. She must really need some sleep!
“But we’re not friends like that,” she said on a pent-up breath.
“Yeah.” He flopped against the couch and blew out his cheeks. “I know.”
“Our friendship has been all kinds of unusual already,” she reminded him. “Then there’s that tired and delirious thing we mentioned.”
“Yep. You’re right.” Dan smacked his lips together. “We’d better get some sleep.”
“That’s definitely the most sensible thing to do.” Libby nodded gravely. “We’d better call it a night.”
Minutes later, Dan was flat on his back on the sofa, topless, and so was Libby. Her luscious breasts swayed inches from his mouth.
She’d made the first move!
Dan was pretty sure that had been the case. He’d been about to stand, to go to bed, but Libby had jumped him.
Or had he caught her on her way to standing and pulled her against him?
Fuck knew. And he didn’t care. Not when Libby was rocking herself along his erection like she didn’t care either.
Little groans of pleasure escaped her as she swooped down to kiss him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasped against his mouth for the fiftieth time. She cupped his face, her tongue slick between his lips, like he was that lucky mango, ripe and ready to be devoured.
“You’re right,” he managed to say, then deepened the kiss, wishing he had another pair of hands so he could feel her breasts, hips, and strong thighs all at once. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.” Now both his hands were gripping her butt, keeping her where she felt so good.
“We really should stop before this gets out of hand,” she said, then smacked another kiss on his lips that made him think, Too late.
“You stop first.” Dan cupped her left breast and took one of her dark, perky nipples into his mouth again. When she squirmed against him, he hissed out the final, definitive question. “Do you want to stop, Libby?”
“No,” she snapped, then sent shockwaves to his core as she rubbed herself firmer against him and kissed his neck. “I’m not saying I want to stop, just that we should stop.”
“Well, we should do a lot of things,” he told her, struggling to breathe. “Eat more vegetables, get more sleep, read more books.” With a breast in each hand, he strummed her nipples. “Does this feel right to you?”
With a moan, she began to ride him. “Yes. It feels right.”
“That’s a very good thing, then.” He raised himself to kiss her, sealing the agreement.
“You have a great mouth,” she said, “and a great body. Ooh, yes… and great hands, too.”
He’d just slid one between her thighs.
“Really great,” she moaned. She closed her eyes, arched her back and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Dan.”
Things between them suddenly ramped up a few million degrees.
One of her lush breasts swayed against his jaw.
Dan caught her nipple between his lips again and gently sucked.
Libby groaned again, the heat between her legs radiating to where he throbbed.
He swept his tongue over hers. A lifetime later, they came up panting for air.
Libby raised herself and straddled him, boobs jiggling gloriously in his eyeline.
“Hey, Cranky.” She clicked her fingers in front of his face. “Up here?”
“Eh? What?” Transfixed on her breasts, he’d obviously missed something.
“I said, I don’t have any condoms.” Her words slowly seeped into his sex starved brain.
“Fuck. Neither do I.”
“Damn.” Libby flopped back against him.
Dan let out a long sigh, but it did nothing to expel his frustration. “Packing condoms didn’t even enter my mind.”
“Tell me about it,” Libby said, dragging a hand through her hair. “Being a single mom doesn’t bring a whole load of opportunities. Not that I ever imagined anyone ever wanting to have sex with me again.”
“Hey. I’d have sex with you, Libby…” Dan jerked his hips as a reminder that—hello!—she was the cause of his raging hard on. “In case you hadn’t notice.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed.” She kissed him hard on the lips. “But you’re a friend so you don’t count, even if you are my one and only chance to see any action.”
One and only? He was about to insist how wrong she was—lots of men would want to be where Dan was right now—but he didn’t want to think about Libby doing this with another man. She was all his. For tonight at least. And what did she mean by him not counting?
“My opinion as a man does count,” he said. “Friend or not, you’re very shaggable.”
“Gee, thanks,” she laughed. “Same to you. Too bad we fell short in the friends who help each other out department.”
What? No way.
He couldn’t leave her like this.
With a kiss, he gently eased her back to where she’d been a few seconds ago—cradling his hard-on between her warm soft center.
“With or without a condom, this friend will see to your needs, Libby.” He slid one hand inside her shorts again and stroked her breast with the other until her breathy moans came quick and needy.
“I’m not gonna let you down,” he told her, sucking one of her tight, beading nipples into his mouth again. She arched her back. “I’m gonna make you come.”