Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“I was just going to kiss you, so you’d get out of your head.” Finally, one finger enters me slowly, and my back arches. “Now, I’m trying to convince myself not to fuck you right here.”
Panting, with his mouth almost pressed against mine, the slow, sensual slide of one finger that becomes two causes my eyes to fall closed. I’ve always had a difficult time getting to completion with a partner, but just this—his fingers, his breath mingling with my own, the words coming out of his mouth—has me teetering on the edge of something huge. My fingertips tingle from how tightly I’m holding onto the counter, my inner muscles fluttering as tension spreads through every inch of my body. My scalp prickles, thigh muscles shake, and breath catches.
“Please don’t stop,” I whimper against his mouth, and he growls something I can’t make out over the sound of blood rushing through my ears.
Just like that, the knot of tension in my lower belly snaps.
His name leaves my mouth on a cry, and he drinks it down, covering my mouth with his. My thighs clamp onto his hips, stars dance behind my closed eyelids, and a wave of heat washes over my body as his fingers continue to ride me through the most intense orgasm of my life.
Slumping forward, I lose his mouth and tuck my face against his neck as I pant, and his arms go around me, holding me steady. I’m useless. My limbs feel like Jell-O, and my brain is filled with a euphoric fog.
I don’t know how long we stay in that position; it could be minutes, or it could be hours, but eventually, my heart rate returns to normal, and so does my breathing.
And that is about the moment the realization of what just happened washes over me like a bucket of cold water.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I silently pray for the ability to teleport. I can’t believe I just let him give me an orgasm on his kitchen counter—not only on our first date, but at the beginning of our first date. What was I thinking?
Right, I wasn’t thinking. I was lost in the moment, my only thought was of getting off. Or more to the point, him getting me off.
“She’s back,” he whispers, leaning away and leaving me no choice but to take my face out of the safety of his throat. “Well—” His hand curls around the side of my neck, his thumb putting pressure on my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I see my plan backfired.”
“What?”
“You’re back to looking ready to bolt. What’s that about?”
“I don’t, and nothing.”
“Em.” He sighs.
I rub my lips together, then admit, “This is our first date… or was supposed to be.”
“Yeah?” He frowns.
“You just…. We just….” Oh my God, what is wrong with me? I can’t even say the words out loud. “On your kitchen counter.”
“I did.” He grins, moving his face closer to mine, and I place my palms against his chest.
“Miles.”
“Em, I plan on doing that to you again—maybe on the couch, probably on the table, definitely in my bed.” My skin heats as his eyes roam mine. “What does it matter if it was our first date?”
“You’re supposed to wait until at least the third date to…” God, I really can’t say it. “You know.”
“Then I’m long overdue.”
I frown. “We haven’t had a date. Technically, we still haven’t had a date.”
“What do you consider a date?”
“I don’t know. Dinner, a drink, spending time together.”
“We’ve had about a dozen meals together, Em, a few drinks, and we’ve spent lots of time together. I’m pretty sure we met your minimum requirement weeks ago, before you even came over the first time to help me out with Winter.”
“Whatever,” I mutter, dragging in a breath, and on that deep inhale, I realize the embarrassment and unease I was feeling is long gone. Just like that, he made it disappear.
“Now, what do you want to eat? I figure we have a couple more hours before Win is back.”
“Whatever you want.”
“I’m not sure after this conversation that you are ready to give me what I really want,” he says quietly, the statement slipping over my skin like silk.
He’s wrong. I’m totally ready, but I know I… we should wait. Sex complicates things, and this situation is already complicated enough. And if the orgasm he just gave me is anything to go by, I know I will be literally and figuratively screwed if we go there. If it wouldn’t be easy to walk away now, it for sure won’t be after sex. I know myself well enough to know I wouldn’t be able to be his friend or be around him at all. Because that one orgasm just told me I’ll be thinking about him in the most inappropriate ways and angry he is likely giving what he gave me to someone else.