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of me, as his thumb circles my clit. Moving his head back to look down at me again, he adds another finger and my hand moves to his wrist, my nails digging into his skin.
    It feels so good. He feels so good.
    His smell surrounds me and his warm skin presses against mine. I can feel his hardness on my hip. I want to touch him too, but I feel my body starting to tighten and I know I'm about to come. My inner walls close in on Zack's fingers and he curses under his breath.
    “Are you going to come, Angel? I can feel it. Come all over my hand, Lexie.”
    I lift my hips and start shamelessly grinding myself against his hand. It feels so fucking good. When he curves his fingers up and hits that spot inside of me, I go off like a rocket moaning his name.
    When I come back down from my high, his fingers are still deep inside me and I can feel my inner walls still contracting against them. His pupils are so dilated with lust that his eyes look almost black.
    He slowly slides his fingers out of me and I immediately mourn the loss. I watch as he looks down at his hand, before raising it up to his mouth. He licks his fingers clean of me, as he watches my face. I'm still trying to catch my breath from that amazing orgasm, but he is making it impossible to focus when he looks at me like that.
    “I want to see you,” I whisper.
    He lowers his mouth to mine and I can taste myself on his tongue.
    “No,” he whispers when he pulls back.
    “No?” I raise my eyebrows in shock.
    He shakes his head as he stares at me with an unreadable expression.
    “There are things we need to talk about before take that step, Angel.”
    “Well, talk,” I snap.
    He chuckles and shakes his head again. “Not yet,” he whispers, as he kisses my forehead.
    I pull back and look at him through squinted eyes. “You just had your hand down my pants. Well, panties if we are being technical about it. I want to see you and you tell me no? Well, fuck that noise, Zack.”
    He chuckles again and shakes his head. “I love it when you get an attitude with me.”
    I huff in annoyance and look down at his boxers. “So, what are you going to do about that then?”
    He smirks and shrugs his shoulders. “Go back into the bathroom?”
    “Seriously?” I ask in outrage. He won't let me touch him, but he will go into my bathroom and get off by himself for the second time tonight? That doesn't make any sense. I'm not one for self doubt, but right now I'm questioning myself and what we just did. Does he not want me? Did he just do that out of pity? Surely not. I can see how turned on he is. So, what in the hell is the problem?
    “I was just kidding about the bathroom, Angel. You're thinking too much,” he says quietly.
    I turn on my side to face him and really take the time to study his handsome face. “What is it?” I ask.
    He pushes a piece of hair behind my ear and his finger lingers on my cheek. “I just think we need to have a talk before we have sex.”
    I know we aren’t going to get anywhere with this conversation tonight. As badly as I want to push him on this, I decide it can wait. I cover my mouth and yawn, as I nod my head. “Okay.”
    He pulls me closer to him and I tuck my head into his neck. He kisses the top of my head before settling in for sleep. “Get some sleep. Goodnight, Angel,” he whispers.
    “Goodnight, Zack,” I say quietly as I kiss his neck.
    I won't let what just happened affect our friendship, but the damn thing about it is, I want it to happen again. Now that I know what he feels and tastes like, I want it to happen a lot.
    Oh God, I have the hots for my best friend.
    Lexie Sinclaire, you are so screwed.

Chapter Six
    Zack
     
    I WAKE UP THE NEXT morning with Lexie's body still firmly tucked against mine. I've woken up to her like this so many times over the years, but this morning feels different. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she let me touch her last night. Not only did she let me touch her, but she was the one