I’m standing in a woman’s bedroom completely naked and not fucking her. And it’s not that there is anything wrong with either of us. But now all I can imagine is kissing her and lying naked in bed with her. It’s not even the sex I want. It’s the physical feeling of her on me…I guess that is sex.

           My heart gallops and my cock wants to give a standing ovation, but I am doing everything in my power to keep it from going hard. I’m trying to prove a point to her, and it’s working. And I said what I said. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if she allowed me to sleep with her. Fuck! I have a feeling I’d be a little too rough with her. She’s holding that much power over me.

           Thankfully my cock hasn’t gone fully hard. Then she’d make her point and…Fuck! She just sat up and allowed the blanket to drop down, revealing her unnaturally gorgeous breasts.

           There’s no holding back now. He’s going to stand tall from me looking at her beautiful body. And I can’t stop him.

           Her eyes cannot seem to peel away from my lower body, so maybe it’s not that awkward. I don’t even know what made me strip. Yes, I do. I have to be right about everything every time, and I have to prove my point.

           She folds in her bottom lip while her perky breasts give me the best show I’ve had in forever. I don’t compare women to my ex, but Harper’s breasts…her body! She’s got these God-given curves and perfectly placed, rounded breasts. And I was in love with Ivy, but if there was a competition in bodies, Harper would take first place, and Ivy would take second.

           My point is I’ve never felt this aroused over looking at another woman. Harper is fucking perfect, and I never imagined her looking this good and I haven’t even seen her fully naked body yet.

           She looks hungry. “Noah, you said this wasn’t about sex.”

           “It’s not,” I argue, fighting that tingling feeling inside my body. “Why?”

           She scoffs with amusement. “Because I just watched your cock rise the second, I released this blanket.”

           “I’m sorry,” I say, exhaling a shaky breath. Holy shit! I am so damn aroused. “You're beautiful, Harper. And I am a man. You showed me your breasts and lower stomach, which are perfectly curvy. What did you think would happen?”

           “Okay, Mr. Adams.” She says, sliding the blanket back over her breasts. “You did not come here to sleep with me. And I am not lying here waiting for you to sleep with me. Thank you for calling me beautiful, but this seems a little awkward now.”

           I shake my head in confusion. “Yeah, but it shouldn’t be awkward. You are beautiful whether or not you want to believe it. And yes, we are friends. I’m sorry for causing such a disruption this morning. I’ve got to get him to go down. I’m going to slide my pants up and leave now. Maybe jump off a bridge. Run my car into a tree. Anything to take away this realization of embarrassment.”

           She chuckles. “It’s fine. We are friends. You are the type of friend who has no fear of stripping. I am the type of friend who almost considered sleeping with you.”

           “Yeah,” I say, grabbing my pants. “I’m just…wait. Did you say you almost slept with me?”

           She nods, biting her bottom lip with a smile. “Why do you think I just stopped you? I’m not exactly sitting here dry.”

           My eyes widen with surprise. “Oh. On that note, I’ll leave you alone so you can do whatever you need to get that to go away.”

           “I’ll leave it sit.” She says. “Or…come here for a second.”

           She reaches out, gripping my joggers and pulling me to her. I tense up. “What are you doing?”

           “What I should have done the night on the bar rooftop.”

           Her fingers tickle my pelvis as she slowly lowers my joggers, revealing my hard cock with a glaze of precum on the tip.

           What the fuck is she about to do?