“So, is this happening?”
This time, she nods. Her eyes are wide and nervous, but they stay on mine. "Yes."
I take a step forward, hoping my over-eagerness doesn't scare her away. “Tonight?” I confirm.
She nods again.
I realize now that we’re no longer speaking in hypotheticals. She's ready to do this. For real. She stands there, innocently batting her long lashes at me.
Fuck.
I inhale deeply and wipe my sweaty hands on my boxers. I glance around my living room, suddenly unsure of how to make my move. “Oh, okay. So, let me just, um…” In a few large strides, I’m at my stereo, flipping on some music. A loud, screeching sound fills up the room.
“What the hell is that?” I turn back and find Penny flinching.
“I’m setting the mood.”
She sticks her fingers into her ears, obviously not a fan of the harmonica solos my favorite radio station plays at this time of night. “The mood for what? Scaring off coyotes?”
I grin sheepishly. “Okay, forget the music. I’m lighting a fire.”
“A fire is good." She stands awkwardly in the middle of the room and tangles her fingers in front of her.
“Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll get this fire going?”
Wordlessly, she perches on the edge of my couch, sitting with her knees together and wringing her hands in her lap.
Kneeling on the hard floor in front of my stone fireplace, I arrange the last couple fresh logs I have in my cabin. This should be enough for a quick fire. When I move to strike the thin match, the damn thing snaps between my fingers. I pull out another match and try again only to get the same outcome. My hands are too shaky.
I breathe out a quivering sigh. Christ. Why is this so weird? I’m making this so fucking weird. I need to chill the hell out.
I know what I’m doing. I know how to turn a woman on. Penny just caught me off guard tonight, that’s all.
I’ve fantasized about fucking Penny Merlini since the first time I got a boner. I'm pretty sure the very first time I whacked off it was to the thought of her. She’s been in my cowgirl fantasy. My nurse fantasy. And even my space station rescue fantasy.
But this right here, tonight? This isn't a dream. This is the real damn thing.
Penny is sitting on my couch, looking like an absolute goddess, and I’m getting ready to have all my fantasies come true.
If I don’t fucking blow it first.
I manage to break three more matches before I stand up. We still don’t have a fire to set the right mood.
“Maybe I should go chop some more wood?...Or grab us some beers?...Or maybe I should take off my pants?”
Shit. Did I really just say all that out loud? I’m going to scare her off before we even do this.
Penny giggles softly. “Or...maybe you could just kiss me. Before my nerves take over and I run out of here.”
I smile. "Right." I think I like her plan a whole lot better.
I give up on the fire. I stride across the room and lower onto the couch next to her. Her vanilla scent surrounds me as I finally allow myself to stare into her eyes. Hell, Penn’s clearly more nervous than I am.
She's not just a beautiful woman asking me to kiss her. She's my lifelong friend. And my instinct will always be to soothe her, to make her feel safe. I take her tiny hands in mine. I kiss her left palm and then her right before resting both her hands on my shoulders.
Cupping her face in one of my rough hands, I peer into those emerald eyes. I see a lifetime of friendship, arguments, apologies, memories, and for one moment, I'm terrified. I ask myself if fucking her would throw all that down the drain. "You sure you want this, Penn?"
"Yes." She speaks softly but firmly. "I trust you. I trust you to give me a baby."
Running my hand up her jawline and into her fiery red hair, I lean forward. Our lips softly brush together. Puckering, playing, teasing, exploring. Mild suction, little bites, quiet moans. We absorb the moment.
She tastes like strawberry lip balm and popsicles by the lake and years of pent-up desire. I'm trying real hard not to get carried away. This kiss may be gentle but it's electric all the same. For me, at least.
My voice is low and raspy when I speak to her. “How was that?”
I know that the whole purpose of this night is reproduction. My friend and I are trying to make a baby. But hell, I still want it to be good for her.
Penny nods, her gaze wild and unfocused. Her response comes out softly. "Um...Wow..."
I trail my thumb along her dewy bottom lip. "Wow?"
She confirms with a little nod and another breathy, "Wow."
Pride surges in me. I wish I could stop my grin. "Again?"
"Again..." Penny gets closer. Her tits rub against my bare chest. "Do it again?"
I'm more than happy to oblige. Our lips meet once more, tenderly dancing together.
It's all nice and sweet and civilized until her fingers trail down my chest to my boxers. She glides her touch over the length of my hard, thick, eager cock. She gives a little squeeze. The fucker jumps beneath her palm.
Penny whimpers. I growl.
And the kiss gets. Out. Of. Control.
In an instant, I've hauled my best friend into my lap and my arms strap her to my chest like a life vest. She's straddling my erection. Rolling her hips. And I've got my tongue in her mouth. I grip her ass and raise my pelvis, coaxing her to grind down harder.
When I reach between us and squeeze her breasts, she moans then clamps my bottom lip between her teeth. I grin into the kiss and brush my thumb over the tight nipples threatening to tear through the fabric of her sexy dress.
Part of me knows I'm being too rough, too eager, too greedy, too much. But now that I've given
