Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
“How’d you learn to be so toxic?” she asks, amusement flashing in her eyes.
“Years of practice. Stick around and you just might learn something.”
“I’ll keep that in mind in case I ever need tips on how to string girls along while giving as little of myself as humanly possible.”
“Ah, so you’re a fan of my work.”
“Nope. But half of your victims are on my cheer team, so I have the honor of hearing all kinds of fun stories.”
“Want to know what would be even better?”
“What’s that?”
“If you went back with a story of your own.”
“Not happening.”
“Come on, Valen. Let’s not pretend that you weren’t even a little tempted to kiss me just now.”
“I know it’s hard for you to grasp that there’s someone of the female variety who isn’t interested in you, so I’m going to say this very slowly. I. Don’t. Want. You.”
“And yet, here you are in my pool, with your legs wrapped around my waist and your pussy lips practically hugging my dick.”
Her lips purse, her nostrils flaring along with her temper as she unlocks her legs from my torso and pushes away from me, as if only just realizing she was still wrapped around me. “Trust me, Holden. If I wanted to kiss you, you’d know it.”
“You sure about that?” I take a step toward her. “So you feel nothing when I do this?” I slide my hand behind her neck, pulling her closer. She glides through the water, only stopping when her body touches mine.
“Nope.”
I grip the hair at the nape of her neck and tug, angling her face upward. Bending down, I bring my mouth close to her ear. “What about this?”
“Not a thing. Sorry to disappoint, but it takes more than some amateur fumbling around to make me melt into a puddle at your feet,” she says, peering up at me with defiant eyes. She puts up a good front, but I see the way her throat moves when she swallows hard, the way her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, and the way her pulse flutters at the hollow of her neck.
Without thinking, I bend down even farther to ghost my lips across her jumping pulse, barely making contact. Slowly, I skim up the column of her neck, earning a shiver from Valen, then back down. Her chest is rising and falling quickly now. This game might backfire fast because she’s not the only one affected. I’m torturing myself just as much, if not more than I am her. When I suck her wet, hot flesh into my mouth, her breath hitches, goosebumps dancing across her skin. Her nipples are hard as fuck, straining against the thin material of her soaked bra. I smooth my palms up her sides to wrap around her ribcage before flicking my thumbs against the hardened tips.
“And now?” I pull back to gauge her reaction.
“Nothing,” she whispers, but her big brown eyes have gone soft, completely glazed over with lust. Lust for me, for what I’m doing to her. Not Liam.
“You can lie to yourself all you want, Valen, but I watched you pretend with that piece of shit for the better part of a year, and you never once looked at him the way you’re looking at me right now.” I circle her nipples with both thumbs, applying the faintest pressure. “He called you frigid, but you’re fucking burning for me, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” she says, even as she arches into my touch, her eyes falling shut.
“How does it feel?” I push. “To know that I’ve made you feel more than he ever did, and I’ve barely even touched you?”
Her eyes shoot open, any lingering softness in them gone in an instant. I smirk, knowing I’ve pissed her off. She shoves my shoulders again, but I catch her by the waist, pulling her against me. I think she might push me away, but instead, she stays where she is, her gaze dropping to my mouth. I lean in, and just before my lips touch hers, she draws back, leaving only a hair of space between us.
“Kiss me, Valen,” I say against her parted lips.
She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t deny me either. We’re so close that I feel her breath against my mouth, but I don’t move in again.
“Show me how much you don’t want me.” I lick the seam of her lips.
Her nostrils flare, and for a second, I think she might slap me. Instead, she lunges for me, her mouth crashing against mine. I catch her by the waist easily, her legs wrapping around me, her hands on my face. Her kiss is hungry, bordering on desperate, and when her tongue slips into my mouth, I fucking groan. All too soon, she pulls back.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s feeling something,” she says pointedly. There’s no point in denying it when she’s sliding her pussy against the evidence. I run my teeth over my bottom lip as I watch her body move against me, trying to keep from tugging her underwear aside and fucking her right here in the pool. Not my favorite location, but she’s making it seem more appealing by the second.