Free Wanting Reed (Break Me) BOOK 2 by Antoinette Candela

screams otherwise.
    “Don’t fight me or this. Whatever it is you’re feeling.” He places his strong hand on the side of my neck and leans in closer to me. “Don’t fight,” he repeats. His gravelly voice hovers pleasantly around me. He cups my cheek, his thumb warm as he traces the pad lightly across my cheekbone. There’s a shift in the air, one I’ve felt with him before.
    He doesn’t.
    I don’t.
    We don’t.
    He crushes his lips against mine as he shifts his body closer, melting our bodies together. I feel the hardness of his muscles and the warmth of his body against mine. I place my quaking hands against his chest as his heart thumps frantically under my palm. His eager hand slides up my thigh, causing tremors to attack my body and tingles to trail on my skin. I seize the back of his neck, pressing my mouth on top of his as I thread my fingers through his hair.
    A moan slips from my mouth as allow his tongue to caress mine. For the first time, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want to stop. We arc into each other like we can’t get enough as the heat consumes us.He lies back onto the couch and pulls me on top of him as we taste each other slowly and gently. It’s like we are discovering something new that we want to take our time with and make sure it’s real. When I look into his caramel-colored eyes, swirling with lust, it is all too real, and my body immediately responds as a flush of heat courses down between my legs.
    He runs his strong hands under my shirt and up my back as he pulls my top over my head. I grope for the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head, pressing my body frenziedly against his. With each touch, his body reacts fervently and his kisses grow passionate and more urgent. His warm hands gingerly travel the length of my body from my ribs and rest at my hips as he pulls away.
    “God, Elle.” He rasps with a smile on his lips as he admires me. “You taste better than any dream I’ve ever had.”
    “Yeah?” I smile over his mouth. “You’ve dreamt about me?”
    “Surprised?” He takes his hands and cups my face tenderly. I close my eyes, wondering if he sees the same intense look in my eyes.
    “I...never really...I don’t know what to say,” I choke as I open my eyes to meet his once again, unafraid.
    “Good. Because I want to kiss you again,” he whispers.
    Our mouths meet, mesh, devour and make up for all the small moments and glimpses into what we were missing and afraid of destroying in our long-standing friendship. My mind is blurred now, thinking maybe if we did pass the point of no return, we can still keep what we’ve always had in our friendship. How far will I take this? Stop thinking rationally. Have you not learned anything over the last couple of months? Life is about taking risks in the hopes that everything will turn out okay and knowing what you want.
    “What do you want?” Tyler breathes, pulling away from our kiss, like he read my mind.
    I glance languidly at his lips and into his eyes and smile. Why now? Why does everything seem perfect with him at this moment? There I go again with my thinking and overanalyzing and not living for the moment.
    “You,” I whisper.
    “Are you sure?” I see the apprehension and deep burning passion in his eyes. I can do this. I can give us what we both want right now.
    “Are you?” I lift my eyebrow teasingly.
    “You’ve never been one to ask stupid questions, so why start now?” he murmurs over my lips and a laugh rises in his throat.
    “Answering a question with a question is a major pet peeve.” I giggle.
    “I know.” He winks wickedly. “You know what they say about angry...” He smirks as I place my fingers in front of his lips.
    “Hush...” I whisper. “I can never be mad at you,” I say, brushing my lips over his.
    “Damn,” he moans, patting my ass playfully. “If you pretend, I can make it worth your while.”
    “Yeah? Is it me you want to please?”
    “I’m offended by that