Page 105 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Come on, it would be fun.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“We need to get you a shirt before you get us in trouble. Come on.”
I dragged him out of my room and into my dad’s, where the mauve-themed coloring continued. My poor father. My mom was a mauve and frills kind of gal, where doilies were acceptable and muted colors were welcomed.
“Do you want a T-shirt or button up?” I asked while I looked through my dad’s closet.
“Whatever works,” Henry responded.
Just as I looked at him, he took off his shirt and gripped it in his hand. He wasn’t wearing an undershirt or anything, so I was able to stare at his well-defined chest and abs. He must be working out on his lunch breaks more often because he was looking so fine.How I love snuggling into that chest.
Did I just think he looked fine? When have I ever thought that about my best friend? Almost never, but now it was in my head, thoughts about kissing and holding hands and whatnot floated through my mind. Now I examined every sexual aspect of him, and damn, if he wasn’t the sexiest guy I’d ever met.
“Love, you can’t just stare at me like that and get away with it.”
“I’m sorry.” I shook my head and turned around to find a fitting shirt for Henry but for the life of me, I couldn’t get my arms to function.
Henry stepped up behind me and placed his hands on my hips, sending my nerves into a frenzy, my stomach into a coiling mess, and a low thrum to pulse between my legs.
All from his touch.
My breath hitched as he leaned forward and moved his hands to my stomach, pulling me against his bare chest. The exposed skin on my back met his warm body, sending a thrill of excitement through me.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shouldn’t be thinking naughty things about my best friend like how I wanted him to press me against a wall and finally take what I wanted to offer.
“Turn around, love,” he said in a low voice, tempting me.
My mind and heart weighed against each other, trying to figure what was the best move. My mind was saying,no, don’t do it,you will ruin everything, but my heart was beating at an alarming rate telling me if I didn’t give in, I might lose at one of the most amazing opportunities of my life.
This time, my heart won out, so I turned in his arms and met his strong gaze.
His hands ran up my body, spreading goosebumps over my skin until his rough palms cupped my face. We stared into each other’s eyes, both a little nervous, both searching for a sign.
I stood rigidly, not really knowing what to do, how to blink, how to breathe, how to bridge the gap between us but the moment Henry lowered his head to mine, my body relaxed into his embrace and followed his direction. He hovered, an inch from my mouth, the air stilled around us and I thought I would just about die if he didn’t kiss me right then and there.
And then, he closed the space between us.
My lips parted to his and very slowly, his tongue slipped into my mouth at just the right pressure, and I thought I was going to ignite into a pile of flames. He teased my mouth, caressed my mouth, made me weak in the knees. With every movement he made, he turned me further and further into a pile of mush.
My hands found his waist and slowly started to creep up his chest, taking in every contour and ridge of his body. His breathing became as labored as mine, and it only encouraged me to move my hands up farther until they lightly ran over his pecs.
Strong.
Sturdy.
My thumbs ran a course over his nipples and in a flash, Henry pushed me away. Breathing hard, he blinked a few times and held on to my shoulders, as he looked at me, gasping for air, the same as me.
We stared at each other for what seemed like forever, wondering what the hell we were doing and what we were supposed to do next. I hoped Henry wasn’t looking for answers from me, because I had no clue how to handle such a situation. All I could think about was how much I wanted him to kiss me again.
It was undeniable, sparks flew between us, ignited like the Fourth of July, lighting up the sky. There was something different about Henry, something that felt so erotic—so wrong, but oh so damn right.
“Did you two get lost up there?” my mom called from the stairs.
Snapping out of the haze, I called back, “Nope, just picking out a shirt now.”
“Okay, hurry up. Dad and I want to get in a couple of rounds of Yahtzee before you leave.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head as Henry chuckled to himself.
