Total pages in book: 436
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
“Dinner for four.”
I laughed and took another bite.
“I’m like pi — really long and I go on forever.”
More laughing, lips closed, chasing it with a sip of water so I wouldn’t choke.
He leaned on the counter, still smirking at me. “I’m not obtuse; you’re acute chick.”
“Okay, that one was bad.” I kept stuffing my face now that the hunger switch had been flipped.
“What do math and my dick have in common?”
My brow rose as I swallowed.
“They’re both hard for you.”
That time, I laughed hard enough that I snorted.
Bodie set down his sandwich and dusted off his hands. The look in his eyes made me take one more bite, a big one that I chewed hastily, figuring dinner might be over.
“Can I plug my solution into your equation?” he asked, voice low and smile crooked as he rounded the island.
“I dunno. Can you?”
“Maybe I can be your math tutor for the night.” He spun me around on the stool. “Add a bed.” His hands slipped up my thighs, opening them. “Subtract your clothes.” His hands moved higher until they rested in the bend of my hips. “Divide your legs.” He nestled between my legs, angling for my lips. “And multiply.”
I wanted to laugh, but when he kissed me, I forgot what was so funny.
Obsessed— that was what I was.
Obsessed with her salty, sweet lips against mine.
Obsessed with her milky-white thighs around my waist.
Obsessed with her silky purple hair between my fingers.
Obsessed with her.
I’d been kissing her for long enough that she was panting, and my heart was thundering like a racehorse.
She was perfect — other than the fact that she didn’t want to date me. Yet.
I broke away, leaving her sitting on the stool with her eyes still shut and her lips parted like they were waiting for me.
“I want you naked,” I growled as I reached behind me to pull off my shirt.
When I looked down at her, her eyes were half open as she fumbled with the zipper on her skirt.
I dropped my pants and stepped out of them, grabbed her by the waist to lift her up and set her down hard enough that her ass slapped against the surface of the counter with a pop and a yelp.
My hands moved up her waist and under her Ramones shirt, pushing it up and over her head. Her lavender hair spilled out of the neck like a waterfall, and I tossed the shirt behind me. She reached for my face, pulling me to her for another kiss, and I lost myself in her hot mouth for a long moment — until she shifted, pressing her wet pussy against my shaft.
I groaned into her mouth with one hand clutching the back of her head to keep her mouth against mine while the other roamed to her breast, kneading and squeezing, my thumb playing with the barbell in her nipple until she whimpered.
That sound connected straight to my cock. I wanted to record it. I wanted to hear it on a loop. I wanted to touch her until she moaned and called my name.
I broke away. “Naked. Now.”
She reached behind her back, panting, and she unhooked her bra as I swept an arm on the island behind her to clear it, sending utensils clattering to the floor. She was shimmying out of her skirt when I lost all patience and pulled it down her legs to toss it.
“Lie down,” I ordered.
Penny rested back on her elbows, her body stretched out in offering, illuminated by the overhead lights.
She was a fucking dream, a fantasy, with her legs spread open and eyes hot, locked on mine, as I grabbed a condom from the pocket of my jeans. When I ripped open the packet, she shifted her gaze to watch my hands grip my cock and roll it on. Her lip slipped between her teeth, and I stroked.
“What do you want, Penny?”
“I want your cock,” she breathed, opening her legs wider. “I’ve wanted it since I walked in the door. What do you want, Bodie?”
I stepped to her, one hand still pumping my shaft, the other grabbing her ankle to pull her to the edge of the counter.
“I want to bury myself in you until I can’t get any deeper. I want to fill you up so much, you’ll feel empty when I’m gone.” I rested the tip of my cock against her piercing, pressing it into her with my thumb on my shaft. “I want to fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget me.”
She writhed and whispered, “I won’t if you won’t.”
I ran my cock down the line, and when I hit the dip, I flexed my hips, filling her agonizingly slow, my eyes on the seam where I disappeared into her.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
When I glanced up, her head was hanging back, her neck stretched out, her long white fingers circling her taut, rosy nipple.