He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 896

"Not at all. Your mom did say you were a late bloomer when it comes to romance. It's completely normal to feel overwhelmed when you're experiencing these emotions for the first time."

He hadn't expected his raw honesty to earn him a teasing response. He laughed helplessly. "Scarlett, I bare my soul to you, and you make fun of me."

"Oh, is that what you call making fun of you?" Her smile turned radiant. "Spoken like a man with a truly fragile ego who's experiencing his first real relationship."

The tips of his ears turned bright red.

Suddenly, being a man his age with almost zero romantic experience felt incredibly awkward.

But her next move instantly erased every trace of that awkwardness.

She stood on her tiptoes, parting her soft lips, and pressed a gentle kiss against his mouth.

The contact hit him like a bolt of lightning. His entire body went rigid, effectively paralyzed by the shock of it.

He met her playful, mesmerizing eyes.

And just like that, the heat he had been violently suppressing for days erupted, demanding release.

He suddenly pushed her against the heavy wooden door.

His long fingers tangled into her hair, while his thumb traced the soft, jelly-like curve of her bottom lip.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

Impulse took over like a demon, shattering the final seal on his self-control.

His eyes darkened into a hazy, predatory gaze as he looked at the breathtaking woman pinned beneath him. The corner of his mouth hooked into a slight smirk before he crashed his lips down onto hers.

She was so incredibly soft, tasting like sweet mint. He was addicted instantly.

The moment their tongues brushed, he finally understood the intoxicating, mind-altering magic of kissing the woman he loved.

Her mind went totally blank, short-circuiting entirely.

She stood frozen, her chest rising and falling violently as she struggled for air. Unsure of what else to do, she could only respond to his demanding rhythm.

His previous marriage to Sylvia had been purely a business arrangement.

But lately, he had felt a dangerous, simmering current awakening in his blood.

Every time their relationship took a step forward, it sent a primal, electric jolt straight through his spine.

He had never needed to take long showers before.

But recently, his showers were getting longer and longer, and the cold water was barely keeping him sane.

Now, she was pressed flush against him.

Even through their clothes, he could feel the burning heat and softness of her curves.

Her lips were like velvet petals, tasting like a perfect summer peach.

He couldn't stop. He captured her mouth over and over again, greedily devouring the warmth of her breath.

He kissed her harder, deeper, as if trying to physically absorb her into his bones—