Forever & More: The Friend Zone series Read Online Free PDF

but on one condition.” His eyes match the playful tone in his voice. Anticipation courses its way through my veins, igniting every nerve ending and causing my pulse to race.
    I finally find my voice and ask, “What’s the condition?” The words come out lustful and breathy. My southern drawl is more pronounced reminding me of Scarlett O’Hara from Gone With The Wind .
    “This.” He jumps from the bed, opens the door, and shouts down the hall, “Order the pizza, we’ll be out in a few.”
    I hear Sara shout, “Get ‘em stud!” Have I mentioned I fucking hate her? Skye laughs and turns back to me. The door shuts, he turns the lock on the handle and stalks across the space between us.
    Each step is deliberate, like a man with one thing on his mind, and that’s to conquer and devour. With every step he takes, my heart slams harder and harder against my ribs. He reaches the side of the bed and lowers himself on his knees, kneeling in front of me. The only thing I can see from my position on the bed is the top of Skye’s head. I watch in fascination as he turns his head and plants tiny kisses on the inside of my knees.
    With each kiss, he moves a little higher, stopping at the spot just below the apex of my thighs. I hear him inhale, causing my cheeks to burn. “Chloe, talk to me, baby. I wanna make sure you’re here with me every step of the way. If you’re not ready, then you need to tell me. I want you so badly. I feel like I’m going to explode from just kissing your kneecaps; I don’t know if I will last when I bury myself in you. So if you want me to stop, you need to tell me now.”
    It’s in this moment that I decide there would be no stopping now, even if I wanted him to. I need this, not just for me but also for us. I have been so lost inside myself, so scared to feel that I forget on a daily basis how alive he makes me feel with the slightest touch. A touch that I’ve denied him of lately.
    I have felt so disconnected from him, but I think it’s time to reconnect, even if it’s just for a little while. I want us to be close, like we were in the hospital. This is the chance to let him control me and see if what I fantasize about can be the cure-all I so desperately need. Question is, how do I get him to take control of me the way I crave? How do I say, “tie me up and make me forget” without scaring him off?
    “I need you, Skye,” I say on a broken sob. This moment, right now, feels like a defining moment for us. Like it’s the beginning of something special. I’m not sure why I feel this way, but something tells me I should cherish this moment, to commit it to memory and store it away for the rest of my life. Without another word, his fingers find the clasp on my jeans and he unbuttons them quickly. After the zipper is lowered, he slips the rough denim and my panties down my legs at the same time, leaving me bare and exposed to the chill in the room and his hungry eyes.
    He leans over me, hooks his arms under mine, and slides me up the bed. I dig my heels into the bed to help. When I lift my hips to push myself up the mattress, his hardness presses into me. The contact causes every muscle in me to clench in need.
    “Skye, please don’t make me wait. I–I can’t. I need you inside of me.” I emphasize my words by roughly grinding my softness into his steel. He releases a feral growl from deep in his chest before he dives into my neck. His teeth scrape my skin, causing my toes to curl. There is no softness in this moment between us, just writhing bodies, grasping hands, and heavy breathing. It makes me think about the characters in my book and the raw need they have for each other; I want that. Right now, I need that so bad that if I don’t get it, I feel like my chest will cave in on my heart and bury it forever. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, which is a little longer than usual and I love it. I fist it tightly and pull so that he’s facing me.
    When our eyes lock