In a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, Abbey lay wrapped around Kyle, heart thudding, breath beginning to slow as she stroked her fingers through the soft hair at his nape. He’d collapsed on her, taking just enough weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her. She could still feel him twitching inside her as her body fluttered with aftershocks.
She’d just made love with her best friend. Former best friend? She didn’t quite know what they were now. More. For the moment, that was all she needed.
He turned his face to kiss the side of her throat. She tipped her head back to give him better access, humming in pleasure and stroking a foot along his calf. How long it would take to rouse him enough for a second round?
“Be right back.”
He pulled away, and she felt bereft at the loss of his heat.
