He shouldn't have imagined her lying naked on his bed.
She shouldn't have imagined his devilishly handsome face between her legs.
But it was too late.
Kiara and Ethan had been best friends since they were children. They'd shared everything in their eighteen years together except romance.
But that all changed at the beginning of their senior year.
Kiara began noticing Ethan's washboard abs when he hopped out of the pool dripping wet after swim practice. Ethan began gazing at Kiara's golden skin in a bikini as a grown woman instead of the girl next door he grew up with.
That kiss should have never happened.
It was just one moment in a lifetime of moments, but they both felt its power. They knew the thrumming in their veins and desperation in their bodies might give them all they ever wanted or ruin everything if they followed it.
Kiara and Ethan knew they should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make.
Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forget one little kiss that might change everything.
♥ Here's the Preview ♥
"If you don't want to kiss me then . . . let's swim."
"I always wanted to try skinny dipping." I pursed my lips and said, "And I really want to get out of these clothes."
His voice was strained when he said, "What if someone catches you . . . me, both?"
I moved my damp hair over my shoulder. "We will be in the pool, Ethan. And no one can see us from the living room." I smirked when I said, "Unless you want to watch me while I swim, you can stay here."
The thought of Ethan watching me with his intense green-blue eyes while I was swimming naked in the pool sent a delicious shiver down my core.
His eyes darkened and he looked away, probably thinking the same when I noticed red blush creeping up his neck and making his ears and cheeks flush. Cute.
"Come on, Ethan. Don't be a chicken . . ."
His voice was rough when he said, "Remove that sweater first."
I raised my eyebrow at the sudden change in his demeanour.
Ethan said, "You have an extra piece of clothing than me."
I grinned. "Who said I was wearing any underwear?"
I loved the way his pupils widened in shock, surprise and then they were clouded by scorching desire. Biting my lips, I whispered, "I was messing with you."
Holding the hem of the sweater, I tugged it up and removed it. I straightened my damp hair and shivered. But it wasn't because of the cold air.
His eyes averted down my breasts, which were barely covered by the ivory lace bralette. As it was wet, he could easily notice my hardened nubs, which were begging for his attention.
We were crossing a dangerous line right now. And I knew neither one of us wanted to step back.
"Your turn," I managed to whisper.