The Worst Best Friend: A Small Town Romance

When my tongue claims hers, soft and wet as a summer strawberry, she molds to my chest, dragging her body against mine.

I can’t separate my hot mouth from hers, even though I know full well I should.

Stumbling back a step is the only thing that saves us.

That’s what she does to me, her and her thieving, glorious lips. She knocks me upside the head and renders me fucking boneless.

I tear myself away violently, just a few inches, both of us staring in wild-eyed shock at each other, fighting to remember how to breathe.

Goddamn. My eyes slide to those ruby-red lips again with a need to bite her.

I can’t. I won’t.

But hell...one more time, maybe.

Just one more taste and then I’ll stop. I’ll pull back from the brink before we face annihilation.

It takes nearly all my willpower to crush my lips against hers, to roam her mouth every way I’ve wanted for years—fucking years—only to shove myself away.

Dammit all. My bright ideas especially.

I’m panting like a wild animal—breathing like I’m in disbelief—and for her, I want to be.

I also want it to happen again, a thousand more times.

She’s looking up at me with her face bleary red. Her eyes are full green moons.

I’m trying to come up with something sane to say, but my mind is blank, totally blown down by that kiss from heaven.

This is Rachel.

Shelly.

Shel.

The girl I never dared kiss years ago.

The girl I swore I never would because of who she is and who I am and what this shit could mean.

That hasn’t changed.

Because even if we’re grown up...even if we’re two consenting adults having a reckless moment, we’re boned to oblivion if we let this go any further.

I think that’s why we’re back to staring—gawking, really—trying to find our own breath and cooler heads.

Yeah. Good fucking luck.

To this day, I’m not sure who makes the next move.

There’s no resisting how our lips crash together again.

This time, the kiss is an absolute wrecking ball.

Hot. Napalm-drenched. Open-mouthed. Tongue on tongue. Delirium.

She tastes so luscious I could eat her morning, noon, and night. Every second makes me want to drag my mouth down her body, claim far more than her lips, spread her the fuck open and find out how sweet the rest of her must be.

Has to be.