Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I gave him a playful nudge and giggled, “Well, you deserved it... and more.”
“You’re probably right.”
“I’m absolutely right.” That worried crease between his brow had finally started to fade, so I took the opportunity to say, “You wouldn’t talk to me. You were so closed off. It was like you were there, but you weren’t.”
“I know, and I’m sorry about that.” He stood and placed his hands on my hips. "I should’ve dealt with my shit before ever coming to your room.”
“No, I want to be the person you come to, but you gotta talk to me, like you used to. You can’t shut me out.” I could see the wheels turning in his head, so I added, “Don’t misunderstand. I know you can’t discuss club stuff and all that, but I’m here for anything else, just like I’ve always been. And you’ve always been for me. That’s why we work. We’re here for the good and the bad. And that’s the way I always want it to be.”
The words barely left my mouth when he leaned forward and lowered his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly. My entire body tingled as he delved deeper into my mouth. I’d never felt anything so intense, so full of desire, as we clung to each other like we were taking our last breath. He released my mouth just long enough to whisper, “I don’t deserve you. But I can’t let you go... I need you too much.”
“I need you, too.”
His eyes never left mine as I reached for his shirt and began unbuttoning it slowly. I loved how he looked at me like I was the sun, and everything revolved around me. His lips brushed against mine, but not gently like before. Instead, it was hot, passionate, and demanding. I gasped when he lifted me up, cradling me close to his chest as he carried me over to the bed.
He carefully lowered my feet to the floor, and a wave of anticipation washed over me when he reached for the hem of my t-shirt and eased it over my head. Wasting no time, he slipped his hands around my back and undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor. After taking a moment to appraise me, he leaned forward and covered my mouth with a hungry kiss. In that instant, everything around me seemed to slip away.
My chest tightened when he whispered, “I wish I knew how to tell you what you mean to me.”
“You don’t have to say the words.” I placed my palm on his cheek and whispered, “I feel it when you touch me… when you look at me.”
The words had barely left my mouth when his lips came crashing down on mine.
The caress of his lips was magic, making me feel like I was floating on air. The tips of his fingers trailed along my spine, and I arched towards him, seeking the heat of his touch.
I could feel a fire burning deep inside me, smoldering as it spread through my body. It had started with just a spark, but I could feel it building, intensifying with every touch of his hand. A rush of heat rolled against my skin as he released my mouth and looked down at me. He stood there silently staring at me, appraising me.
Everything about him seduced my senses.
His touch.
His smell.
The way he looked at me.
I’d never wanted anything like I wanted him, and the way his eyes filled with lust and love when he looked at me only made me want him more. Seconds later, I was on my back with his rough, impatient hands roaming all over my body. His need was building with each kiss, every touch, and he was losing all sense of control.
“You’re finally mine... All mine.”
Hearing the need in his voice sent a wave of desire coursing through my veins. It burned deep, nearly taking my breath away. I lay there staring up at him, breathless and aching for his touch. When I finally came to my senses, I smiled and said, “I’ve always been yours.”
My breath caught when his hands slid down to the waistband of my sweats and lowered them down my hips. He ran one hand between my legs while his other hand cupped my breast, the rough pad of his thumb brushing across my nipple. His every touch added fuel to the fire burning inside me.
Impatient for more, I reached for his belt, letting him know that I was just as eager as he was. Once it was undone, he slowly stood up, dropping them to the floor, then reached into his side drawer for a condom. A spark of mischief flashed through his eyes as he slowly slipped it on. He knew the effect he had on me, and he loved it, but no more than I did. Heat rushed over me as my eyes roamed over his perfectly defined abs and pronounced V.