About THE HAZARDS OF SLEEPING WITH A FRIEND:
Sleeping with Kyle was never in the plans. Pretending to be his girlfriend was one thing, but letting our relationship become anything but platonic was another. The problem with mixing friendship with sex is that inevitably feelings get involved, and when that happens there's no turning back.
When Kyle's life fell apart around him, I needed to help, but doing that meant opening myself up to the most terrifying thing in the world—falling in love.
The Hazards of Sleeping with a Friend
Alyssa Rose Ivy
I didn’t rush to turn the light off. I wasn’t sure if either of us were ready to go back to darkness again. If she was feeling even remotely like me, then sleep was the last thing on her mind.
If a kiss could make me feel that way, the sex was going to be incredible. That thought ran through my head on repeat as I tried to keep my eyes anywhere but on her. Eventually my willpower gave out, and I turned to look at her lying under the sheets next to me with a soft smile on her lips. I wanted to taste those lips again so bad I could barely take it.
She read my mind. “You officially have permission to kiss me anytime.”
“That’s great permission to have.” I rolled over on to my side next to her. I wasn’t giving up any opening she was willing to give.
“Do I have it too?”
“On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.” I ran my hand down her bare arm.
“But today is Sunday.”
“I guess I can make an exception.” I grinned, loving how she’d moved us back to the teasing that came so naturally.
“Can you?” She sat up and looked down at me.
Something snapped. I needed her, and it wasn’t going to wait. I pulled her on top of me.
She giggled. “Wow, and I didn’t even say please.”
“I guess you didn’t.” I rolled her off me, and instead hovered above her.
She looked up at me through her unbelievably long eyelashes. “Would you please make an exception?”
“You have full permission to kiss me.”
She reached up and pulled my head down to hers. Her lips crashed into mine aggressively, and that only made me want her more. I didn’t wait for her to open up this time, I pushed my way into her mouth, determined to get every taste of her I could.
She slipped her hand underneath my t-shirt, and I needed more of her touch. I broke the kiss long enough to pull off my t-shirt.
“If we’re playing fair tonight, you can take mine off too.” Her words sent a thrill through me, but also an alarm. Taking off her shirt was entering new territory. Much more dangerous territory.
“You sure you want me to?” I ran my fingers over the strip of skin exposed by her tank top riding up.
“Yes. Positive.” She sat up and pulled off the tank top herself.
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