Page 34 of Quarter Miles (Runaway 3)

He was still my friend.

I was rifling through my purse when a knock came at the door. I froze, not sure I wanted to answer it. There was no doubt it was Cash, but if he saw me, he’d know I’d been crying.

He knocked again. He’d keep knocking, and there was no use delaying my apology.

I crossed the room, double checked the peephole, then opened the door. “I’m sor—”

Before I could finish, he took a long step into the room. His hands came to my face, his palms cupping my cheeks.

And then Cash, my best friend, kissed me.

Chapter Seven

Cash

Why wasn’t this awkward?

It should have been. Kissing Kat should have killed any delusions that there was chemistry between us. This kiss was a test. I’d marched over here from my room to prove that there was no spark. What better way to shove Kat firmly into the friend zone than to kiss her and cringe?

Except there was no cringe. There were no alarm bells that this was wrong. And there was definitely no desire to stop.

Kat’s pink lips were soft and supple. Her face was the perfect shape for my hands, and when I licked the seam of her lips, she gasped and let me sweep my tongue inside.

Goddamn, she tasted good, like sweet peaches and mint.

I shuffled us backward into the room and the door slammed closed behind me, but I didn’t care about anything except this kiss.

Katherine’s hands slid up my chest as she rose on her toes, lifting to meet me. Why wasn’t she slapping me away? Why did her tongue dart out to tangle with mine?

Who fucking cares?

I was kissing a gorgeous, incredible woman and—holy hell—it was hot. I angled my head, dropping my hands from her face to wrap my arms around her body, and I hauled her to my chest, lifting her off the floor.

Her toes dangled above the carpet and one of her flip-flops slid free with a thud. Kat’s arms were trapped between us but she wiggled them free to loop around my neck.

So there was something here. I wasn’t the only one who’d felt it. The way she kissed me back, melting into my arms, there was no denying she wanted me too.

This trip. This fucking trip.

It was going to ruin us.

As I plundered her mouth, I couldn’t find the will to care.

My tongue explored every corner of her mouth, tasting and sucking, until I was dizzy. The bed beckoned, drawing me closer, and without thinking twice, I laid Kat down, giving her my weight.

Her legs parted and even though she was small, I fit there. Above her. Around her. I molded my body to hers as she gave me everything she had.

How had I not noticed her before this trip? My skin tingled and electricity shot through my veins, all from her touch. How had I missed

this?

Maybe I hadn’t. Maybe I’d turned a blind eye to the charge between us because this was Katherine. My Kat. We weren’t supposed to be kissing.

That rational thought flittered out of my mind as I sank deeper into her embrace. Never in my life had a kiss been this intense or consuming. The spark wasn’t just a flicker, it was a wildfire that might destroy us both, leaving nothing but ash and destruction in its wake.

Still, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from her delicious mouth. For every second I kissed her, the heat intensified until I was panting and desperate to feel her skin, sweaty and sticky, against my own.

Finally, when I was seconds away from tearing at her top, I tore my lips away and propped up on my arms.