I regret that I’m completely and utterly unable to resist my best friend.

I press a soft kiss to the back of her neck, and I’m certain I can’t stay on this side of the divide anymore.

18

I must have fallen asleep, too.

But when I wake up, it feels as if I’m still dreaming. My arms are wrapped around her, and my hand is wedged between the two most beautiful breasts I’ve ever felt.

But it’s not my hand that is doing the most interesting thing.

Not at all.

Her hand is on my hip.

She’s stroking me. She’s touching me. She’s running her fingers from my hip, down the outside of my leg.

This is the best dream I’ve ever had.

Her breath catches, and then the dream ratchets up. It goes to dream level twenty or fifty or ten million when she presses her ass against my dick. She pushes back lightly, and then a soft moan falls from her lips.

Ohhhh.

It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

And I surrender to it.

“Josie,” I whisper, my voice raspy.

“Mmm,” she murmurs.

“Turn around, baby.”

The sheets rustle, and then we’re face-to-face. I lift my hand, cup her cheek, and brush my thumb along her jaw. Then I kiss her, and holy fucking hell. I’m on fire in seconds. I’m lit up everywhere. Sparks, and desire, and lust—they all just fucking combust the second our lips touch.

My fingers slide into her hair, and her hand slinks up my bare chest, and I kiss her without holding back. No reservations. No regrets.

My tongue sweeps across hers, and she deepens the kiss, seeking more. She kisses me back with a raw hunger. Her lips are eager, and she explores mine just like I do to hers. It’s a hand-off, a back and forth. I lead, then she leads, then we both kiss greedily, and we can’t seem to get enough. I don’t want to stop because she tastes so fucking good, and she turns me on so fucking much, and I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

And in mere seconds of kissing her, I can already tell how she’ll be in bed—how she’s give-and-take. Her hands travel up and down my chest, her nails scratch at my pecs, and her fingertips outline my abs. My hand curls around the back of her skull, holding her tight as I kiss her hard, sucking on her bottom lip, then the top, then just devouring her mouth.

I push her shoulders down to the bed, and we’re no longer side to side. She’s on her back, and I know where she wants me. I know where I want to be.

Her hand tugs at my hip and I move on top of her, and then I’m so far fucking gone. Because she spreads her legs. I grab her thigh, hook it around my hip, and then grind against her.

Yeah, I’m dry humping her. And it’s fucking astonishing. I kiss and thrust, and she moans and arches. She kisses me with her whole body, and it makes my head swim with lust. I’m dying, fucking dying to be inside her.

I’m so goddamn hard, and she’s already ridiculously wet. I can feel her damp panties through these flimsy shorts that I want to tear off her. But I don’t want to break contact—I just want to fuck Josie like this.

When she matches a rough thrust of mine, a white-hot charge of pleasure surges down my spine, and I stop the kiss. I’m not in danger of firing early, but I can’t hold back what’s on my mind.

She stares up at me with dazed eyes. I grab her chin, hold her face firmly. “You okay with all this?” I ask, my voice tight. I have to know. I need to make sure she’s good with what’s happening.

“Completely,” she says, her voice as certain as my desire.

I sigh, and it’s full of fucking gratitude that she’s on the same page. I stare into her eyes and say what I’ve longed to tell her. “I want you so much.”

It’s not poetry. It’s not even the kind of filthy smut that probably wins awards wherever awards are handed out for that. But I don’t care. It’s the truth, plain and simple.

“I want you, too, Chase,” she says.

Her answer is my greatest wish.

Letting go of her chin, I drop my face to her neck, sucking on her flesh. The scent of her cherry lotion floods my nostrils, and I’m getting high. She’s fucking cocaine to me, and God, I want more. It’s euphoric, it’s electric, the rush I get from smelling her, from moving against her, from kissing her.

“God, you smell so good,” I growl. “Do you have any idea what it’s like having you as a roommate when you go around smelling like that?”

She laughs lightly, and at the same time she tightens her legs around my ass. “How do I smell?”

“Like cherries, and sex, and cake, and all I have to do is take one whiff of you and I’m rock-hard,” I say, thrusting against her to prove my point.

She moans, stretching her neck. “You are rock-hard, and I love it. And I love that you’re turned on, because it’s the same for me with you.” She grabs my face, holding me as she grinds up into my dick. “I sniffed your shaving cream the other day.”

My eyes widen. “You did?”

“You weren’t home. I opened the medicine cabinet. I smelled it and I shivered.” Then she lowers her voice even more. “And it made me wet just thinking of you.”

Lust rattles through my bones. I swivel my hips and grind against her through all these stupid clothes. “You were that aroused?”

“God, yes,” she moans as she lets go of my face, her hands darting around to grab my ass.