Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
She raised her voice. “I am not!”
I leaned in so we were nose to nose. “Liar. Admit it.”
“No!”
“Say it.”
“You’re crazy!”
“You know what, Val? I’d rather be crazy than a chickenshit. It must suck to finally be free to live a little and be too uptight to act on what you’re feeling.”
She scowled at me. “Screw you.”
My mouth curved to a wicked grin. “Is that an invitation? Because I’m right here whenever you want me. And since I’m only twenty-five, I can pretty much fuck on demand. I doubt old man Mark has it in him to go all night.”
Valentina’s chest heaved; I could feel the heat emanating from her body. When I glanced down, I found her nipples protruding through her shirt. She was as turned on as I was, though she wouldn’t budge from hiding it beneath her anger.
“You’re such an asshole!” she screamed.
Fuck it. If I’m an asshole, I might as well be a giant one.
There was only one way to win this argument. I wrapped my hands around her cheeks and smashed my lips over her angry mouth. She hesitated for a half a second, but once the initial shock wore off, she opened for me and mewled into my mouth. Feeling her tits pushed up against my chest, I pressed her against the kitchen counter and tilted her head to deepen the kiss.
Whatever restraint she’d had left gave way, and all hell broke loose.
We couldn’t get close enough. Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I lifted and guided her legs around my waist. The erection that had started to thicken during our argument grew painfully hard, feeling the wet heat coming from between her legs.
Valentina moaned, and anything and everything ceased to exist but the two of us. She dug her nails into my back, and I tugged at her hair. I fucking knew it would be like this. A physical attraction makes for intense chemistry, but a physical and mental connection is damn combustible.
I don’t know how long we went at it, but eventually we had to come up for air, and the one-second break filled with panting was enough to allow Val to start to come to her senses. She shoved at my chest and reached to touch her swollen lips.
I caressed her face and murmured, “Thanks, Dad.”
“Dad?”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “He once told me that the best thing to do when you’re having an argument you can’t win with a woman you care about is to kiss her—then you both win.”
She smiled sadly. “You should probably go home, Ford.”
I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. “Nina is my cousin. She came to spend the weekend with my sister.”
Valentina’s eyes narrowed. “Your cousin?”
“You thought I had a woman over, even after chasing you for a month? I’m not the kind of guy to use another woman to replace the one I want but can’t have.”
She looked down. I put my fingers under her chin and lifted so our eyes met again. “Tell me, Val. Did it feel as good kissing Mark as it did kissing me?”
It might’ve been an arrogant statement, but I knew without a doubt that kissing anyone did not feel like what had just happened, and I was willing to bet the feeling was mutual.
“I didn’t kiss Mark. And it wasn’t a date. Not that it’s any of your business if it was.”
I looked back and forth between her eyes. “Does he know it wasn’t a date?”
She shook her head. “You should go. It’s late.”
I might’ve pushed my way to that kiss, but I wasn’t actually an asshole. Plus, I knew her head was still fighting with her body, and it would take a while for them to be aligned, if that were even possible.
I wasn’t taking the risk that I’d only ever have that one kiss with her. So I nodded and leaned in, brushing my lips with hers once more. “Goodnight, beautiful.”
***
The kiss might have been over, but the memory was the gift that kept on giving. In the shower, I jerked off to the sounds she’d made while my lips were pressed to hers, to the feel of how wet she was, even through our clothing. I was so pathetic that I sniffed my own fucking shorts, hoping some of her juices had come through onto them.
In bed, I wondered what she was doing at this exact moment. Were her fingers inside of herself? I closed my eyes and imagined her lying spread eagle in her bed—her wild, dark hair splayed all over her pillow, and her big blue eyes glazed over as she pumped her fingers in and out of her tight pussy.
Fuck.
I really needed to jerk off again.
But instead, I reached for my phone on the nightstand. If she wasn’t already regretting our kiss, she would be at some point, and I wanted to let her know I felt no remorse. In fact, I wanted her to know I was fucking elated the kiss had happened, and I’d come home to celebrate it.