I snort a little. ‘That’s a bit weird. You mean my lips?’
‘Your lips, the way you speak, the way you smile—everything. Every part of your mouth makes me fucking crazy.’
With a deep breath, he steps forward and braces his hands against the wall on either side of me, locking me inside his cage.
Fuuuck, just kiss me.
Kiss me this instant, or I’m going to grab that tie around your neck and yank your mouth to mine, putting it where it belongs.
I clasp my hands behind my back and rest against them, blinking up at him through my lashes, making what I want clear. But instead of sealing his lips to mine, Zac brings his mouth close to my ear, his breath peppering my skin with goosebumps. ‘Do you know I must have thought a thousand times in the past week about what it would be like to kiss you? I haven’t been able to think about anything else.’
It takes everything I have not to turn my head and bring our mouths together, but I’m determined not to be the one to make the first move.
His soft lips graze my ear. ‘If I kiss you right now, am I going to need to ask forgiveness?’
‘I forgive you,’ I say breathlessly.
He makes a sound like he can’t hold back anymore and grasps my jaw, pulling my mouth to his. My heart detonates as his lips cover mine before our tongues collide and sweep together with a desperate, aching hunger. He tastes incredible, and my hands clasp the back of his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper, the burning relief of it setting fire to my soul. He knots his fingers in my hair, angling my mouth where he wants it before grunting out a sound that I could record and sell to women to help them get off. His hips pin me tightly against the wall as he rasps another moan into my mouth, kissing me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do in this life. I writhe against him, grasping at his shirt, his face, his hair—amazed that I can feel this turned on by my best friend. I feel like I’m tasting a secret, something just for me.
I know that what we’re doing is dangerous, but the last thing I want to do is stop. I want to ravage his mouth, tangle our tongues, kiss him filthily, and suck on his bottom lip.I. Never. Want. This. To. Stop.
Still kissing me into a stupor, Zac grips my thigh and lifts my leg, hooking it around his hip. It opens up a point of contact that makes a moan rise up in my throat as he rubs against me.
‘Fuck,’ I whisper, rolling myself against him and getting off on the way it makes him groan.
‘Why haven’t we done this before?’ he says hotly, capturing my breasts in his hands over my silky dress. ‘Why haven’t we been doing this the entire time?’
‘It’syourfault,’ I tease into his glazed eyes. ‘You always had a girlfriend.’
His brow creases with arousal as he strokes the peaks of my breasts over the fabric. My hands reach around to palm the tight globes of his ass that I’ve been dying to touch for weeks.So perfect.
‘Whydidyou hook up with Tara when you and I were just starting to spark?’ I ask in a breath, and Zac’s fingers still. An alarm bell rings in my head that says I should shut up right now, but I’ve never been much good at that.
A second later, the worst question I could ask leaves my lips, spurred on by a jealous streak I didn’t know I had until now.
‘I felt something back then,’ I admit. ‘We’d just had that conversation about getting married when we weretwenty-eight, and …’ I pin my gaze to his, insecurity gripping me everywhere. ‘Whydidn’tyou choose me?’
Zac’s hands fall to his sides, and a weighty exhale blows through his lips as he takes a step back.
Oh no.
‘Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that,’ I add quickly.
‘No, it’s OK,’ he says, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen, and his hair mussed from where I’ve clawed at it. I just stare at him like a crushing schoolgirl while he brushes a hand over his jaw in a way that frightens me.
‘Talk to me, Zac.’
The chill in the air finally finds my skin as he looks away, then back at me with a sea of emotions swirling in his eyes. ‘Fuck, Josie, I just … I don’t know … Maybe we shouldn’t … I’m not sure …’
‘It’s fine; let’s go back to the wedding,’ I say in a hollow tone. Because there’s no way I’m going to try to convince this guy to stay here and make out with me if he’s not sure it’s what he wants.
He doesn’t protest, which jabs a needle into my heart, and I flip up the strap of my dress and head back towards the music, Zac falling into step behind me.
‘I don’t know …’
‘Maybe we shouldn’t …’
‘I’m not sure …’
