Up in Flames (Crash and Burn, Book Two) (A Military Romance) Read Free Page B

intense he looks pissed. Now regret mingles with guilt in my stomach.
    I draw in a shaky breath and lift my chin, knowing the answer is right there in my eyes, in the heated flush on my cheeks. But before I can speak, Cole’s mouth is on mine, his free hand slamming my pelvis against his, and he’s kissing the breath right out of me.
    When he rips his mouth away, I’m panting, lightheaded.
    “You’re mine tonight, Lauren,” he promises with an animalistic growl.

    * * *
    T he ride to his place seems to take forever. Cole’s truck is a stick shift; in between shifting gears, his hand curls around my thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh and making me wish I didn’t have jeans on.
    We don’t speak for a while. We don’t need to. The anticipation of what’s about to happen fills the car.
    One time only, I tell myself. I’ll give myself this one night to experience it, get it out of my system, and then we can go back to being friends. Or…if for some reason we don’t…do I ever dare start thinking beyond tonight? What do I want? Will this screw our friendship up if we go all the way?
    Right now it’s hard to tell myself to be responsible. Not when my panties are soaked and my breasts are swollen and his hand keeps inching closer up my thigh.
    “Stop thinking so hard,” he finally tells me.
    “I can’t help it,” I admit. There’s a little tremble in my voice, and I don’t know if that’s from guilt or hunger or something else altogether. Like fear. What if this is a mistake and we can’t come back from it?
    His thumb makes little swirls on the outside of my thigh, and I close my eyes and sink into the touch. “There’s nothing to be scared of,” he says. “Trust me.”
    I can feel him cut a hard right turn, and opening my eyes confirms we’re in his dad’s driveway. I forgot that he’s staying here. My lips curl up.
    “He’s not home,” he says, chuckling. “It’s just us.” His face loses the humor and his eyes heat, and suddenly I’m fumbling to get the seatbelt off.
    When we get inside, he drops his keys, I drop my purse, and we crash together, our mouths locked. His tongue sweeps in my mouth, and his hands grip my ass, and he picks me up so easily and lifts me against the wall, cupping my bottom to keep me in place.
    His hard dick is right between my legs.
    We’re wearing way too many clothes.
    He must be a mind reader, because he pulls away from me and barks, “Strip. Now.”
    There’s no way I can resist that order. My core tightens in anticipation, and I drop my feet to the ground and get out of my clothes. I’m too turned on to even be embarrassed standing there naked in front of him. Especially since he’s staring at me like he wants to lick every square inch of my flesh.
    Cole follows suit fast; I absorb the sight of his hard abs, the soft trail of hair that leads to his… Oh God, my face erupts as I see my best friend’s dick for the first time. It’s large and throbbing, and I swallow several times.
    My knees shake, and I give in and drop down to the plush carpeted floor. My mouth is inches from him. His whole body becomes a board, his eyes boring into my face as I stick my tongue out and taste the tip of his cock.
    Cole groans, a deep sound that vibrates right into my pussy, my breasts. I might orgasm from that sound alone. His fingers reach out and he strokes the top of my hair so gently it makes my heart clench. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel. So I open my mouth and draw him in, suck the warm, male flesh deep down my throat.
    “Fuuuuuuuck,” he says on a long sigh. “Lauren, I…” His voice breaks off and his fingers dig into my scalp, and suddenly he’s fucking my mouth.
    I drop my jaw to allow him as deep as I can, the head of his cock rubbing my throat. Small beads of pre-come slick my tongue. My skin pulsates with this devastating ache I’m feeling, and I swallow Cole, the head of his dick stroking my tongue. The flesh sears my mouth. I