By: Melissa
In less than twelve hours, two of
their best friends would be getting married and Melissa was spending that time
watching Drew pace. She could already
see the stress lines forming around his hazel eyes.
I wish I could ease his distress but how can
I feeling the way I do about him?
The
whisper of the curtains closing interrupted Melissa’s thoughts as Drew began
pacing again.
“You
really should try to relax. Pacing is
not going to make the situation with Lea go away.”
“How
do you do that? How do you always know
what I’m thinking about?” He walked
away from the window taking the chair beside hers.
“Because
I know you, Drew. And most of the times
I can read you like an open book but there is one thing bugging me. Why are you letting Lea push you so hard to
set a wedding date?”
“That’s
just it, she shouldn’t have to push me.
For as long as I can remember, Lea has always been ‘the one’ but now….”
“But
now?” Melissa encouraged almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Now there is uncertainty
on both of our parts. She is pushing me
because she thinks that I might not love her anymore and then I feel this
pressure to prove to her that I do. But
if I truly love her, why do I feel pressured?
Shouldn’t I be as ready as she is to set a date?”
She was silent, unable to
think of a single response. He reached out and took her hand, his thumb rubbing
her palm. She felt every brush of his skin in her lower abdomen, where she
melted and burned. A hollowness like hunger emptied her but she knew that food
was not what she craved. Her glance flicked to his firm mouth, to the corner
that quirked upward as if he was always ready to smile. She wanted to taste
that friendly, intriguing corner and press her lips to his until they parted.
And that was not all. She didn't know when it had happened but somewhere along
the way Melissa had fallen in love with her best friend. And she wanted more,
much more.
She looked away. Whatever
the truth of her heart, she hungered for the impossible. She could never make
love to him because they were both engaged to other people.
If I marry Joe, I could lose Drew forever. For a moment, she
hesitated, hardly daring to think further. Her mind kept spinning, moving past
her doubts. Could she do it? Could she spend the rest of her life married to
Joe?
She wanted Drew. She wanted to know him, his body as
well as his soul. She would not lie to herself any longer. Melissa looked at
him again. His beauty caught in her throat. She was left only with her need for
him, a need
she would no longer deny. With that, her long
confusion lifted, lightening her heart. She knew what she was going to do.
"Why are you
smiling?" Drew asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, a faint answering
smile curling in that tempting corner of his mouth. She wanted to rise and kiss
him but dared not, not when Nick might interrupt them at any time.
"I'll tell you, just not right
now," she said quietly. "Tonight, after dinner."
Drew picked up his beer and sat
back in his chair. Melissa sat opposite him, nibbling on a strawberry, her eyes
half closed in an expression of
concentrated delight. He resisted the urge to lick the juice on her lips.
He shifted
in his chair, suddenly uncomfortable. Had there ever been a time when the sight
of her did not send desire surging through his veins?
The pink of her tongue
flicked out a licked the last of the juice from her lips. The sight made his
loins tighten. How much longer could he sit with her and not kiss her?
Her lashes lifted and she
looked at him, returning stare for stare. Heat flashed the length of his body.
He reached up to unbutton his shirt, hoping it would cool him. This from a mere
glance?
Her eyes followed the
movement of his hands.
"Melissa…" His
voice died in his throat.
Her gaze still locked
with his, she licked her fingers one by one. He imagined her licking him with
the same delicacy and clenched his hands against the pulse of desire that shook
him. He waited, rooted in his chair, unable to move. She rose to her feet and
crossed the gap between the two chairs in two steps. Because he wanted to touch
her, because he couldn't sit another minute without touching her, he reached
out and took her by the waist, his thumbs caressing her.
Almost in a dream, he
drew her onto his lap. He ignored the faint voice of his conscience. He wanted
to hold her too much to listen. For a long moment, she sat passively in his
lap, staring at him with fathomless blue eyes. He was at a standstill, caught
between desire and his promise to Lea.
She was no longer so
constrained. Cupping his face in her hands, she leaned forward and kissed him.
Her lips pressed one corner of his mouth and then her tongue traced the outline
of his lips. Heat, red and violent, crashed over him and paralyzed him.
She straightened. He had
a momentary glimpse of her face, its serenity clouded by doubt before he slid
his hand up to the back of her head, burying his fingers in her thick blonde
hair and drawing her back to him. He kissed her deeply, lips and tongue
tasting, teasing. Her lips parted and her tongue met his, her feverish response
stoking his own fire. When he caressed her from arm to abdomen to breast, she tore
her mouth away from his and moaned. The soft sound licked fire along his spine.
He ought to stop but she
was so warm, so sweet in his arms that he could not let go. He wanted more, to
take the fullest advantage of this while it lasted. He tilted her head back to
kiss the skin beside her ear and gently nibble the lobe. Her hands clutched his
arms and then slid inside his shirt. His arms tightened.
Her lips found his throat and she followed his move,
even to the faint tug of lips on his earlobe. He shifted in the chair, trying
to ease his aroused discomfort. The chair arm dug into his back. The bed would
be more comfortable….Another voice in the back of his head warned that the bed
was dangerous but he quelled it. He stood lifting her in his arms, and carried
her to the bed.
Sense cleared a path
through the red-hot haze in his head as he sank down beside her. This was
Melissa, not some groupie that he could fuck without a second thought. Making
the greatest effort of his life, he began to rise from the bed. Melissa caught
the edge of his shirt and held him.
"Melissa…"
She rose on one elbow and
leaned forward to kiss him, her lips demanding and hungry. This was not the
kiss of a best friend; it was the kiss of a woman who knew what she wanted. His
response swamped his sense and he yielded to her kiss, following her as she
sank back against the pillows.
He thought, Just a moment
more, and then I will stop. But her kisses confused him, the way her lips
nibbled him, the stroke of her tongue against his.
She reached inside his
shirt to stroke the ribs and muscles of his chest. "You are so warm,"
she whispered.
He was hot, burning with
a desire so fierce he didn't think he would ever cool. "You are
beautiful," he murmured, and caressed her cheek, marveling at it velvet
smoothness.
"You are," she
said, and turned her head to kiss the hollow of his throat.
"Melissa," he
sighed and ran his hands up her arm. The tips of his fingers ran along the
outside swell of her breast and she gasped.
He reached behind her,
feeling for the zipper of her dress. She pushed him away and sat, turning her
back to him. "Unzip me."
He obeyed her. This was
so far beyond the scope of his imaginings that for a brief second, he thought
he was dreaming. By the time he recollected himself and realized this was
really happening, and that it was up to him to stop it, she had slipped her
dress off and flung it to the floor. She turned to him, her nipples showing
rosy dark through the sheer fabric of her bra. Blushing, she took his hand and
placed it on her breast. His fingers curled around the swell and stroked it.
Her lids lowered and her lips parted as she caught her breath.
He was sweltering in his
shirt. He thought, It won't hurt to remove it, and shrugged out of it. He would
stop in just a moment, once he had his fill of caressing her. He reached up and
tugged her bra off her shoulder. She pushed it further down so it pooled at her
waist, leaving her naked to his gaze. He raised himself on his elbow and
caressed her with his mouth.
"Oh, Drew," she
gasped. She was hot, burning with desire, furious with it. She wanted his hands
on her naked skin, his naked skin under her hands; she wanted their mouths
fused, tongues mingling, she wanted to caress every inch of him. What she had
wasn't enough, not nearly enough. She didn't think she could have enough of him
she was afraid and excited at once, gone too far to pull back now, led by her
senses and her love and her lust.
"Make love to
me," she whispered. "I beg you, make love to me."
He groaned, his hands on
her hips tightening. He lifted his head, staring up at her with eyes clouded
with doubt. She stroked his hair back from his brow.
"Melissa" he
began, but she would not let him finish.
"I want you, no one
else. Please don't say no."
"This is
wrong," he said, but he sounded uncertain.
"No, no, it's not.
She bent to kiss him, to
persuade him with lips and tongue, twisting so she stretched out on top of him.
Her breasts were crushed against him, tingling at the warm dry brush of skin
against skin. She almost drowned in the wave of desire that swept her.
His hands stroked down
her back to her hips, pressing her tightly against him. She kissed his neck,
licked along the length of his collarbone, ran her hands along his ribs. A
groan burst out of him. His resistance
broke. He found her panties, pushing them down her hips. She lifted to help
him. He rolled, carrying her with him, so that she was half underneath him. He
threw his leg over hers and ran his hand from her shoulder to her hip.
"Are you sure?"
He asked
"Yes, yes," she
whispered. "Please."
He eased her bra off her.
He stroked her, shoulder to breast to hip. She sighed and turned her face into
the pillow. He bent to her nipple and kissed it, feeling it pucker as he
nuzzled it. She twisted away and then returned. He shifted and kissed her neck
below her ear while sliding his hand lightly toward the apex of her thighs.
A red-hot thrum built in
her belly, bearing down on her. He touched her once more and the storm overtook
her. She broke open spasms shuddering through her, burning red behind her
eyelids and wringing gasping cries from her. She came back to herself to find
she was weak and wrung out, trembling in the aftermath of pleasure. She had
never felt anything like it.
With great effort, she
moved her head to look at Drew. He smiled at her with a look of such happiness
that her heart turned over.
He kissed her shoulder.
His fingers traced idle circles on her hip. Strength began to seep back into
her limbs, heavy with languor. His mouth moved along her arm.
"Drew." He
looked up at her. "I want to see you," she murmured. "I want you
naked."
If she had touched him,
she couldn't have moved him more than her words did. Obedient to her gentle
command, he eased out of his jeans. He had not trembled like this since he lost
his virginity, all those years ago.
She let her gaze travel
the length of his beautiful body. Strong shoulders and wide chest, flat
stomach, muscles curling over his hipbones, strong thighs. And in the center,
the evidence of his arousal. She reached out and touched him. She caressed him,
touching him as he had touched her.
He could wait no longer.
He pulled her to lie beside him, stroking her body until she gasped and
clutched his arm. He moved swiftly, parting her knees and stretching
full-length atop her. He gave her a moment to adjust to his weight.
Her answer was to pull his head down and kiss him,
her tongue sliding between his teeth in a kiss both carnal and loving. He
stroked her and felt her hips roll in response. He could wait no more.
Thrusting into her he kissed her eyes and mouth, tenderly caressing her face
and breasts and arms.
"My love," he
whispered brushing her hair back from her brow. She had never been more
beautiful to him, so beautiful he wanted to taste every inch of her. As hungry
as he was for the pleasure, he didn't want this to end. She was so sweet, his
Melissa, his alone.
Goaded by her sweetness
and warmth, he began to move. As the lightning of his climax crashed over him,
he spilled his soul into her in unending waves. It had never been like this,
never in his life.
"Melissa," he moaned.
As the surge subsided, he
lowered his head and kissed her, the caress of his lips gentle. He pressed his
forehead against her neck. "I love you, Melissa. I love you."
Her arms tightened
briefly and then her hand came up to caress his hair in a tender gesture that
made his heart ache. "I have always loved you," she whispered.
"From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I have loved you."
Her words were sweet,
sweeter than he had thought words could be. He lifted himself and looked at
her, "As long as that?" In the moonlight, her eyes were dark,
unreadable. He could lose himself in their depths for an eternity.
He bent and kissed her,
his mouth conveying his love as clearly as his words had. He wanted her more
than ever, as if possessing her had done nothing but deepen his desire. There
was no urgency to this hunger, only the sense that it would never be fully
sated.
And tomorrow, together they would face Joe and Lea.
The End
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