“Yeah, him.”
“He…um…well…we never had sex. He wasn’t in a rush to take our relationship to the next level.” Probably because he was in love with his ex-wife.
Garrett mutters something that could have been, “Christ, he really was an idiot.” He shakes his head as if unable to comprehend my ex’s reaction to sex. “So you haven’t had orgasm-inducing sex in a while.”
“More like nosexin a while. Period.”
“What about orgasms from your own hand. Or have you never touched yourself?”
I snicker again. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. “I have. Both my hand and vibrator have given me orgasms, but the orgasmsweren’t strong enough to impact the pain. Or maybe what you saw in the video is fake news.” A challenge, unexpected and seductive, sits in my tone. At the thought of Garrett touching me, of him giving me an orgasm so earth-shattering the impact is felt throughout my body…I swallow.
My pussy tightens in a wave of need, and wetness rushes to between my legs. Lord, if this is how my body responds to the mere thought of Garrett touching me, what would it be like if he actually did?
The air in my lungs whooshes out on a shaky breath.
My gaze searches his, probing the depths of his warm brown eyes, the silent questions humming in my brain.
His breath softly hitches. “Zara.” The low, rough rumble of his voice hits me in all the right places, cranks up my need for sweet relief. A different relief than what my painkillers bring me. “Do you want me to give you an orgasm? So we can see if the video has any truth behind it?”
“Like a scientific experiment?”
The kissing we’ve been doing is one thing; what he’s suggesting is in another stratosphere. I love our friendship, the way we’re always there for each other. The way he knows how to make my day brighter when it feels like I’m stuck in a never-ending storm.
He is my heart.
My soul…even if he doesn’t realize it.
But what he’s proposing isn’t the typical friends-with-benefits arrangement. He’s talking about a side-effect-free, adjunct painkiller. How can I argue against that?
“Exactly like a scientific experiment,” Garrett says, looking genuinely earnest.
“Okay.” The word is drawn out as all kinds of questions and scenarios spin in my head, snagging on the possibilities. Stumbling on how it could all go wrong, on what it could do to our friendship. “Just so we’re on the same wavelength, what are you proposing?”
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ZARA
Garrett leans in,his warm breath brushing the shell of my ear. “I want to touch you.” His voice is a low growl. “Make your panties wet. Make you come with my name on your lips. I want to finger fuck you, Golden Girl.”
Oh. My.
“Wh-when?”
“Now.” His voice is lace with smoldering, dirty thoughts, and I’m close to fanning my flaming face with my hand.
My panties are ready to incinerate, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. “Okay.” It comes out this time more of a squeak than an actual spoken word. I clear my throat. “Okay.”
His fingers glide over my hip and sloooowly travel along the outside of my thigh. The teasing touch is enough to ignite every nerve ending in my body, like the opening colorful blooms in a grand fireworks display.
Guess we’re really doing this.
I shift position, lying on my back, and widen the space between my legs.
Garrett’s fingers caress languid circles on my inner thigh, inching their way up, up, up. I’m surprised I don’t wiggle down to get them thatmuch sooner to the part of me that aches for his touch. Although if he goes any slower, I might do just that.
Garrett lowers his head to mine, pauses for a beat, and captures my mouth with a heart-shattering kiss.
My lips instantly part, and my tongue rejoices at dancing with his again. We explore each other’s mouths, the kiss deepening more with each passing second. I’ve always suspected he would be a good kisser, but this…the way he consumes me, worships me…it’s everything and so much more. I’m close to orgasming from his kiss alone.
