I wasn't supposed to lick icing off my best friend's brother...
He took a large bite of the second cinnamon roll, leaving a dollop of icing on his lips. Heat pooled in my belly. I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into fists as I tried to resist going to him. His tongue darted out to lick his lips.
Without thinking, I moved around the counter at the same time he shifted on the stool so that I was standing in between his legs.
His gaze searched my face. “Is there something on my face?”
I removed the icing with my thumb, sucking it into my mouth.
His legs tightened around my hips, his eyes darkening with desire.
I couldn’t believe I’d stepped into his space to touch him. My thumb still tingled from the brief contact, the look in his eyes heated me from the inside out.
I should step back. He was a guest. A friend. Not someone I was supposed to be licking icing off of.
Instead, I was mesmerized by the desire I saw in his eyes. I had this overwhelming urge to kiss him, to touch his thighs, to see if the muscles were as hard as they seemed, the soft hair on his neck, the prickly stubble on his face. My core clenched with desire.
“Did you get it?” His voice was low and rumbly.
My throat was so dry. “Get what?”
“Did you get all of the icing?”
My gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips. It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. Resting my hands on his thighs, I went up on tiptoe, kissing the corner of his mouth, then licking the remnants of sweet icing on his lips.
He banded an arm around my waist, hauling me closer until I could feel the hard ridge of his cock on my belly.
Warm everywhere, I felt like a simmering pot of water ready to boil over. My senses were on overdrive from the taste of the icing on his lips, the strength of his hold on me, and the heat I felt through his pants.
I wanted him.
He angled my head, going deeper, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He tasted like the sweetest thing I’d ever eaten.
I wanted to get lost in him, forget whatever it was we were just talking about. He kissed me until the ache in my core was an insistent throb.
I wanted him to slide his hand under my skirt into my panties, to part my folds with his fingers, teasing my entrance, then thrust inside. I wanted to get closer, rubbing my nipples against his chest. I wanted nothing between us.
Groaning, he pulled slightly back. His thumb ghosted over my lips.
I wanted to suck his thumb into my mouth. I wanted him to lift me so I was straddling his hips.
I wanted more.
“What was that?”
It was like ice-cold water had been poured down my back. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to take a step back, but his thighs pressed harder, keeping me imprisoned. It was the best kind of torture, standing this close to him with his taste lingering in my mouth.
I shook my head, trying to dislodge the dirty thoughts in my head. “I don’t know.”
He lowered his head until his forehead rested against mine. “I want to do it again.”
I flattened a hand on his chest, feeling his heart galloping under my touch. “Alex. We can’t. You’re Savannah’s brother.”
I hoped her name would put an end to whatever madness came over us.
He lifted his head from mine. “So?”
“So? She’s my best friend. I love your family.” I gestured between us. “Nothing can happen between us.”