She stilled beneath him, unsure what had happened. They had wrestled like this in the past, and she’d ended up in this position more often than she could remember, but this time, something was different. She wanted to close the space between them, to kiss him and, with a searching glance, she wondered what exactly she risked if she gave into this spontaneous desire.
“Nathan,” she whispered, her hands trembling beneath his.
“Yes?”
“If I kiss you….”
“Yes?”
“Will that change things?”
“It’ll change everything.” The light faded from his eyes again, leaving him as sad as he’d been when she’d walked in.
“But….”
He moved one hand and placed a finger over her lips. “Listen to me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You say the word, and I’ll let you go, and you can go out just like you planned. I won’t hold it against you. I won’t even bring it up again. But I don’t want you to wonder for the rest of our friendship what could’ve happened. It’s up to you. The choice has always been yours, Amanda.”
She looked up and kissed him. He released her hands, and she ran them over his bald head, wrapping them around his neck, pulling him in closer. She kissed him, drinking him in and pouring her need into him. He traced her face, fingers trailing over the filmy fabric of her dress and beneath the neckline, drawing a moan from her as he caressed the curve of her breast under her bra.
She dug nails into his back. Nathan gasped and collapsed on top of her. “Do you know how many times I’ve wondered?” he panted. |
