Yes.

Her answer is yes.

She does think my title should change.

I am more than just her friend, I am her favorite friend, and she wants more from me.

Oh Juliette, I will give you so much more.

I will give you everything I have.

I will give you the world.

I will be good to you.

My left hand is resting on her hipbone, the right is still pinching her zipper, and Juliette is propping herself onto her elbows and arching her back as she turns to look at me, and the way her body is bending makes me absolutely crazy.

The way she's biting her bottom lip and dropping her gaze to my mouth is driving me even crazier.

She's pulling her sleeves further down her arms, freeing herself from her suit. But her eyes are glazed over, so intently focused on my lips, I'm not sure she knows she's undressing herself. The movements are disconnected but deliberate, purely instinctual.

I skim my right hand up her back, feeling her bare skin, following the line of her spine.

She shivers in response. And her—

Her bottom lip drags itself free from her teeth.

It's an utterly slow and terribly sexy motion.

And I'm stunned for a moment, dazed by how delicious she is, how she is sweeter and spicier and more satisfying than anything else I have ever known. Every muscle in my body is tense. Every fiber is warm. Every—

Her eyes flutter shut as my fingertips reach her neck, and she's tilting her head back, releasing a shaky breath through parted lips.

And I'm done.

I am done marveling.

I want a taste.

I move over her, dropping a kiss onto the back of her neck as I bunch her hair up and over her shoulders, and I let my hands trail down her front until they reach the fabric of her suit, and this will not do, this suit has to go.

I grab two fistfuls and yank the suit down over her hips.

I pull away just to bring it down her thighs, calves, and feet.

This is better.

This is so much better.

She's still arching her back.

I grab her hips and slide my hands down the sides of her thighs. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it reverberate in my chest; I can hear it in my ears. I flatten my palms against the front of her thighs, and squeeze her legs, just above her kneecaps.

Her response is a barely-restrained whimper.

I'm grinning shamelessly.

I love this.

I love watching her go crazy and hungry for me the same way I go crazy and hungry for her.

And God, she is so beautiful I can hardly stand it.

I let my hands travel back up her legs, over her hipbones, her sides, her ribcages, and then I veer towards the center, letting my hands meet at the base of her neck.

Her head cocks to the side and she gasps.

I chuckle. "God, I love the sounds you make."

She spins around, eyes wide. "Aaron!"

I close my eyes. I also love the way my name sounds on her tongue.

She trembles and collapses, burying her face in the pillow. "Stop it!" she squeaks.

I crawl forward and lower my body over hers, oh so slowly.

She shudders and groans.

I'm smirking. "What's wrong, love?"

She shakes her head.

I place my lips against her shoulder.

I slide my left hand down her side, and wrap it around her hipbone.

"Aaron," she breathes.

I'm smiling against her skin. Nuzzling her neck.

Her hips are pulling away from the mattress again, pressing against me, and I tilt my head back and moan. I squeeze my hand tighter around her hipbone and nudge my own hips forward.

She trembles. "Aaron," she gasps, sounding extremely frustrated. "Stop that."

I incline my head. "You're going to have to be more specific, love. What should I stop doing?"

Her voice seems to fail her.

I decide to have fun with this.

"Is this what you want me to stop?" I ask, giving a second thrust of the hips.

Her hands clench into fists, gathering up folds of the pillowcase.

"Interesting response," I say softly, brushing my lips against her skin. "So you do want me to stop?"

When she doesn't say anything, I plant my hands on the bed and push myself up and off of her.

She doesn't like that.

She turns over and hooks her arms around my neck, locking me in place with a viselike grip, and her lips crush mine, all in one swift motion. Her fingers grip my hair almost angrily.

I love it when she's wild like this.

She's hungry and aching, and she wants me to sate her appetite.

She's practically attacking me.

And I am very much enjoying it.

I take her hair in my hands and pull her head back. She gasps and trembles and wraps her legs around my hips as I trail kisses down her throat.

Her hands are on my body, and she's clawing at my clothes, and it reminds me of how she ripped my shirt open our first time, and I swear this girl will be the death of me.

I have her. She's chosen me. And yet, she still destroys me.

I unclasp her bra and ball it up, toss it aside.

I have no intentions to give her what she wants just yet, though.

I want to keep teasing her.

Until she takes control.

My shirt is open and she's shoving it down my arms. I dip my head down, so that my mouth is by her ear.

"Weren't you asking me to stop five seconds ago? Because," I lower my voice, "you seem awfully eager to keep going all of a sudden."

I hear the smack of Juliette licking her lips. "I-I just—"

Her hands fumble down to my pants. I grab her wrists, stopping her.

My breath hitches. "You what?"

She squirms. "You w-were being—" she breathes in and out. "You—"

I pull back to look into her eyes. Her gaze flits from my eyes to my lips and back again.

"What do you want, love?" I'm grinning. I want to hear her say it. "Tell me what you want."

For a moment, she's quiet.

And then, "You."

"Me?" I quirk my eyebrows. "What about me?"

Her gaze drops. "You know," she whispers. "You already know what I want. You know what I'm doing, you can feel what I'm feeling."

"Fair enough," I admit. "But with those things in mind – I'm sure you can see why I am asking, love. Why were you telling me to stop?"

"I didn't mean actually stop."

"Then what?" I ask. "What else does stop mean?"

Juliette fidgets, and her voice is small – so impossibly small – as she answers: "I meant I wanted you to stop teasing me like that. And I want you to stop teasing me now, and if you get to take my clothes off, I better get to take yours off." Her eyes flare with indignation.

Yes.

Good.

That's all I wanted.

I'm done playing with her now, the game is over; she can have what she wants.

She can always have what she wants.

I will always be good to her.

I release her wrists.