Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Oh my goodness, that smells amazing,” she says, running a brush through her wet hair.
“It’s ready when you are. How was the shower?” I step farther into the room and set the bags down on the small table.
“Heaven. You should see all the sand in the bottom of the tub,” she replies with a chuckle.
“I brought something for me to change into. Do you mind if I use your shower?” I holler, only to startle a moment later when she places her hand on my upper arm.
“I don’t mind. Hell, it’s practically your shower anyway, since you’re paying for it.”
“No, it’s your space. I may be paying for it, but it’s all for you,” I insist, catching a whiff of her floral shampoo and bodywash.
Jasmine.
She leans in just enough that her tits brush against my arm. My dick is already hard, but now it’s painfully so. Turning my head, I realize exactly how close she’s standing, exactly how close her mouth is to mine.
Taking a step back, I put some much-needed air between us and reach for the bag of food. “Let’s eat while it’s still hot.”
Between the two of us, we devour two cheeseburgers, an order of fries and onion rings, while watching the original Batman movie from the late eighties. I toss the containers back in the bag and set it beside the garbage can.
“I’m going to shower,” I state, grabbing my clothes and trying not to notice how relaxed and amazing she looks spread across the bed.
“Okay,” she replies, flashing me a smile.
When I’m alone in the shower, I contemplate taking care of my very eager cock. No way can I lie beside her on that bed and not want to touch her. Hell, I’ll still want to touch her even if I take the edge off. I opt for just a quick wash—despite my dick really wanting a little attention—using her shampoo and bodywash, of course.
I slip on boxer briefs and athletic shorts, leaving my shirt off until my body cools down enough to stop sweating, thanks to the shitty ventilation system in the small bathroom, and step out into the main room. Faith is exactly where I left her, lying on the bed, and looking like a wet fucking dream.
My wet dream.
“The next Batman is on,” she says, scooting forward, indicating there’s plenty of room for me.
Shit.
Even though I know the right move would be to go sit in the chair, my legs carry me right toward her. Sliding onto the bed, I reach for her. Her slender body molds to me, my front to her back. It’s too much—the pleasure she stirs inside me without even trying.
I grab the pillow and prop it under my head before resting my hand on her hip. If only I could ignore the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips.
After only a few minutes of watching Batman Returns, she whispers, “Chad?”
“Hmm?” I go ahead and lean forward just a bit and inhale the familiar scent of her intoxicating shampoo.
She seems a little nervous as she asks, “Can you stay tonight?”
“Yes,” I reply instantly. This is exactly why I went ahead and applied for an overnight pass.
“Chad?”
I can’t help but grin. “Yes, Faith?”
When she glances over her shoulder and meets my gaze, something hot and primal stirs to life in my gut.
“Will you kiss me?”
The smile falls from my face as I move toward her. I know I said I wasn’t going to kiss her unless she was mine, but I just can’t resist her. She’s everything. “It’d be my pleasure.”
My earlier words buzz through my mind. This only means one thing: Faith is mine.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
I press my lips to hers, and finally—finally—all is right in the world again.
CHAPTER
SIX
Faith
Everything in my world fades away. Everything but him.
I never knew that it was possible for your world to feel as though it’s tilting on its axis and righted at the same time. That’s the result of his lips pressed to mine after all this time.
Asking him for this is wrong. We agreed that we would remain friends, and I’ve accepted that, but I also needed this from him. I need to feel the soft press of his lips, the warmth of his breath, and the taste of his tongue as it slides against mine.
I just needed him.
Chad.
He slows the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. He’s breathing heavily, which keeps me from being self-conscious of the fact that I’m struggling to pull breath into my lungs. I don’t know if it’s more from the kiss or the man. I’m guessing a combination of both.
“I’m sorry.” I finally find my words, pushing them past my lips.
“What are you sorry for?” He wraps an arm around me as he holds me close, pressing his lips to my forehead.