Panties strung around the hanger when I pick up my suits from the dry cleaners after they fished them out of my pockets.
Lipstick tubes nestled between the cushions of my leather couch.
The list goes on…
Adley has seen all of that and more.
"I haven't fucked a woman since I kissed you."
Her brow furrows as she considers those words. "You haven't?"
"I don't want to," I admit on a heavy exhale. "I want you, Adley."
"Why now?" Her hands twist together in a knot of anxiety. I want to reach out and grab them, cradle them against my chest so she can feel my heart beat for only her.
I straighten slowly. "It's not a new thing. It's been building for months."
"It has?" Her voice jumps an octave with the question. "Since when?"
I shrug. "New Year's Eve? Maybe even before."
She thinks about it before she responds. "Why didn't you say something then?"
It's an honest question that I don't have a straightforward answer to. "I knew you'd push me back on it. I know how much you value our friendship."
"I thought you did too." Her response is quick and harsh. "I thought you understood that our friendship is an essential part of my life. I'm scared to lose that. I can't describe how fucking scared I am by that, Crew."
I am too. I admit I'm feeling things for her that I've never felt before but I have no fucking clue where they'll take us. All I know is that I'm willing to hang on for the ride.
"We'll take it as slowly as you want." I reach over and finally grab her hand. "Are you feeling all right about what we did by the pool?"
She laces her fingers together with mine. "I am."
I take that as a win. "I am too."
Her brows shoot up as she smiles. "I thought you would be."
"I want more." I tilt my chin down and gently squeeze her hand. "I want to taste every inch of you. I want to be inside of you."
Her breathing stutters. I know that if I slid my fingers into her panties, she'd be ready for me; warm and wet, just as she was by the pool. "Slowly, right?"
I inch closer to her, wanting to taste her sweet lips. "I like it slow, Ad."
She nods. "I like it slow too."
I breathe in the scent of the skin of her neck. Long, pulling intakes of air that smell of her perfume and beneath that, her. It's fresh, sensuous and baits me to kiss her under her ear.
"I touched your cunt. I want to taste it."
She shivers under those words. Her head falls back against the couch. "Your mouth does things to me."
"You have no idea what it can do to you." I inch the hem of her dress up with my hand. "Let me show you."
She turns her head toward me, pressing her lips to mine. I trail my hand up her thigh as I slide my tongue along hers; devouring her mouth the same way I'll devour her pussy.
I fuck her mouth, my tongue taking from hers. My teeth scraping her bottom lip as a warning, and a dark promise of what it will feel like once my head is between her legs and her clit between my teeth.
She moans into the kiss, her hand reaching up to weave between the strands of my hair.