Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I let out a sigh of relief and pushed myself off the couch. This was Nova. My best friend. I’d seen her with food in her teeth and a zit the size of Mt. Hood on her forehead. I’d smelled her stank ass feet when we were teenagers, and she’d insisted on wearing a pair of sandals that were way past their expiration date. I was overthinking things.
Right when I was about to start locking up so I could crawl into bed for the night, a familiar knock on the front door made me freeze. Nova didn’t freeze, though, because that knock was just a courtesy thing. She didn’t care if I opened the door for her, in fact, she’d never expect it.
“Hey,” she said, walking inside. She dropped her bag near the door and looked around. “I thought you were having a party?”
“I did.” I was staring and I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t seem to help it.
She looked exactly the same as she’d always looked but for some reason it was completely different. As she unzipped her coat, I watched her hands. I knew what those fingers could do. I knew the feel of them on my skin and the bite of those nails and fuck me, but I was getting hard and I couldn’t seem to stop it.
“You had a party that was over by—” She looked at the clock on the wall that my mom had hung because she said I was always late. “Eleven o’clock?”
“People were tired,” I lied.
“On a Saturday night,” she replied slowly, her disbelief clear.
“I thought you were workin’?”
“I was.” She took off her coat and for some reason, the polo shirt with the little emblem on the chest that she had to wear for work seemed like it was tighter than it had been before. “I got off thirty minutes ago—what is the matter with you?”
I jerked my eyes up to meet hers and I’d never blushed in my life, but I had a feeling my ears were turning beet fucking red.
“Nothin’.”
“Were you seriously staring at my boobs?”
“I wasn’t staring at anythin’.”
She scowled at me, and I grinned and for a moment it felt like everything was normal, but then she started toward me and I noticed the way her hips swayed from side to side and I knew I was completely fucked.
“Should I just go?” she asked, coming to a stop in front of me. “I’m beat anyway, but I thought you were having a party, so I stopped by.”
She stuttered to a stop when I reached out and gripped her hips, falling backward until my ass hit the back of the couch. She moved with me, letting me pull her between my legs, but her arms stayed down by her sides.
“I thought you weren’t comin’,” I said, tilting my head back to look at her.
“I said I would.”
I shrugged and pulled her a little closer. Now that I had my hands on her, I couldn’t quite remember why it had been such a bad idea for us to fuck around. We were adults and best friends and the sex was fantastic, or at least I thought it was.
“You got off, right?” I asked, making her jerk in surprise.
“Say what now?” she sputtered, her eyebrows pulling together.
“Last night,” I clarified, my thumbs finding her hip bones. God, why were hipbones so sexy? “You got off?”
“More than once,” she replied. “You don’t remember?”
“I remember most of it,” I rushed to clarify. “I remember that you have a dimple on your ass cheek right—” I slid my hand down. “Here.”
Nova rolled her eyes.
“And I remember that you have a freckle—”
“You reach for my freckle and I’m going to smack you,” she warned.
I laughed nervously.
“I remember the way your breath catches,” I murmured, my eyes on hers. “When I slide my hand up your thigh. And I remember the little squeak you made when I put your legs over my shoulders.”
“Okay,” she muttered shakily. “I get it. No need to go down the list.”
“I remember how you jerked your hips up,” I continued, watching her eyes go unfocused. “That first time I slid—”
“Fuck,” she whispered.
I wasn’t sure who moved first, but in the next breath, her hands were fisted in my hair and we were kissing frantically.
Chapter 2
Nova
I knew it was a bad idea, but that didn’t stop me. As I tore at Rumi’s shirt, pulling it over his head, I refused to think about where we’d be when the frenzy wore off.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed as my shirt followed his onto the floor.
“You don’t have to say that,” I murmured, leaning forward to kiss his chest. I traced my tongue around his nipple and smiled as he gasped. I was so into it that it was a little startling as he pulled my head away and tilted my face up.