Her Best Friend's Brother by T. Dell (read the beginning after the end novel .TXT) 📕

he worked his way up paying special attention to the skin behind her knee. When he reached the place she most wanted him, he shot her a teasing smile as he skipped right over the apex of her thighs and began his trek down her other leg. Finaly satisfied that he had tasted al of her, wel almost al of her, Tony returned to that most intimate place.

“You are so beautiful” Tony whispered against her sensitive flesh. “I knew you would be.” His tongue flicked over her. She moaned. Masculine pride surged through him. He was making her make those noises. He had reduced her to uninteligible pleasure filed mutterings.

Tilting her hips to give him better access Tony suckled and nibbled his fil of her delectable skin.

“Please.” She begged above him.

He could tel she was close. “It’s okay sweetheart.

Just let it happen.” He urged her as he redoubled his attentions.

Her release washed over her like waves in the ocean—incredible pleasure giving waves. “Oh, Tony.” She breathed out as she came back to earth

His name. His bed. His Libby. His name. His bed. His Libby. A fog of lust roled over Tony’s brain when he heard her moaning his name. “Don’t move.” He ordered. Reluctant to leave for even a moment Tony stretched out towards his nightstand, and after some rummaging he returned to her with a foil packet. That taken care of Tony captured her mouth in another kiss. Hot and demanding this time Tony tangled their tongues together as he grasped her thighs and thrust into her.

Beneath him Libby cried out into his mouth. Tony became stil on top of her. Pain glittered in her eyes where desire had been a moment before. “Libby?” Tenderness rushed through him. She had trusted him with something so precious. “Why didn’t you tel me? I would have been more careful with you.”

“Any more careful and I would have fainted from the want of it al.” Libby whispered as she kissed his jaw.

He remained stil, unsure of how to proceed.

Terrified of hurting her more, but unable to withdraw.

“Tony?”

“Hmm?”

“You know how to do this right? I think one of us should.”

Tony chuckled softly. “Of course sweetheart—It’s just…I don’t want to hurt you Libby.”

“Oh. Okay. Wel you’re not hurting me.” Tony looked at her doubtfuly. “Realy.” She insisted “it only hurt for second.” Libby wiggled her hips experimentaly.

Tony growled and buried himself deeper. With long methodical strokes he began building them towards a slow sensual peak. When she shuddered beneath him moaning his name again al semblance of control deserted him.

Faster and faster he possessed her; taking from her al the things his body needed. Finaly, after groaning out her name, he colapsed on top of her. Roling to his side to avoid crushing her, Tony gathered Libby to his chest and pressed breathless kisses to her face and hair, and anywhere else he could reach.

“Wow.” Libby managed sometime later.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I got a little…erm enthusiastic at the end.”

“I liked enthusiastic.” Libby purred into his chest hair. Awareness swamped her, and she realized that now she could do al the touching and tasting that she’d missed out on. Her fingers scratched tentatively along his abdominal muscles. Relishing the hardness of his body Libby grew bolder in her caresses wanting to please him as he had pleased her.

“Wait” Tony stiled her movements trapping her smal hands in place on his stomach with his own.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Not possible Lib.” Tony pressed a quick kiss to her mouth. “I can’t tel you how I have longed to feel your hands on me. But we can’t try this again just yet.”

“Oh, right. I knew that.” Libby nodded. “Umm Tony? How much time?”

“What?”

“How much time, until you are… ‘Til you can…” She trailed off when he started laughing.

“I meant you, Libby.” He said. “You are probably going to be… wel, sore.”

“I am totaly wiling to risk it... You know—when you’re ready.” Libby smiled at him.

Tony tugged Libby’s hands lower and showed her just how ready he was.

Chapter Nineteen.

When Tony woke up the clock glowed 11:00 am.

He hadn’t slept away an entire morning since colege.

Although he hadn’t done that much sleeping this morning either. Libby was snoring lightly next to him. God she was beautiful. He wanted to wake her up. Maybe with a kiss?

Maybe with something else. His stomach growled. He was too hungry for the something else, and Libby was bound to be hungry when she woke up too. Quickly Tony slipped out of bed, puled on fresh clothes, and after leaving Libby a note on the nightstand he left in search of the very best takeout breakfast (or lunch) he could find. Libby’s favorite diner was only ten minutes away. There would be a lot to talk about when he got back, and he wasn’t above bribing her with a stack of pancakes. He was going to convince her that he could make her happy. He was going to show her that she belonged with him, in his life, in his house, and in his bed.

“What did you do!?” Mel screeched through the phone while Tony carried enough food for an army back to his car.

“Good morning Sis!”

“Don’t you try that charm on me buster! Where is Libby?”

Awkward. Could he tel his baby sister that her best friend was asleep in his bed after a long morning of lovemaking? No. “Umm… she’s stil at my house, Mel. I went out get us break—lunch.”

“Don’t tel me! I don’t want to know. You have gone too far. I never thought you could be so low.

Although after your spoiled brat display last night I don’t know why I’m surprised.”

“Want to tel me what’s bothering you Mel?”

“Gio is gone. Whatever you and Libby did last night they must have had a fight because he checked out of the hotel. I hoped he’d come to his senses and decided to stay at Stuart’s with Libby—but Stuart’s was empty and her car is stil at the bar. So