Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
With more willpower than I ever knew I possessed, I pulled back and rested my forehead against hers. My breaths were ragged, like I’d been running forever without a break. I was pretty sure I’d broken out in a sweat, and I was trembling like a fucking schoolboy looking at a porno for the first time.
“Sweet, God, CeCe. You’re fucking delicious.”
“Please don’t stop.” Her whispered plea was nearly my undoing. But, fuck me! How could I take what she offered and still prove to her I wasn’t like everyone else in her life? I wasn’t one of her johns. I wanted like anything to fuck her until she passed out with pleasure, but not until she understood this wasn’t just a passing fancy for me.
“Baby, I don’t want to, but I promised you this wasn’t about sex. First date, remember?”
“Please, Atticus.” Her voice broke on my name. “Please.”
“Baby…”
She put her fingers over my lips to silence me, never taking her forehead from mine. “I’ve never had sex with a man because I wanted to. I’ve never enjoyed sex. I’ve never really wanted to have sex.” She removed her fingers and pressed her lips to mine again before continuing. “I want to now. With you. Can you show me what it’s really like?”
“I’ve got shit in my past I’m not proud of, Cecilia. If you live the life I think you do, then you’re around men like me every fuckin’ day. And I’m not talkin’ about the men they send you to.” I didn’t spell it out. If she wanted to acknowledge she was in Ettore Alfonso’s stable, I’d listen, but I wasn’t going to embarrass her or in any way lead her to believe I was trying to control her or nose into her life. “But I’ve never taken advantage of a woman. I’ve paid women for sex but only if it was what we both wanted and did my fuckin’ best to make sure she enjoyed herself as much as I did. So, as much as it pains me to tell you this, I can’t fuck you. Not and look at myself in the mirror later.”
“This isn’t a transaction, Atticus. I don’t want this for you to pay me, or even in repayment for taking my mind off shit every time we see each other at the café. This is something I need.” She kissed my chin, then my mouth again. When she rubbed her cheek against mine, I felt the dampness of her tears where our skin touched above the edge of my beard. “I don’t want to beg, but I will if I have to.”
“I can only take so much, honey. Be really sure this is what you want. Really fuckin’ sure. I’m tryin’ to do the right thing, but I ain’t no saint.”
“I’m sure. Just one night, Atticus. Give me one night and I promise I’ll never ask again.” The lost note in her voice, the desperation to feel… something, was clear. Cecilia knew what she wanted and was going after it.
“God help us both, Cecilia.” I barely got the words out before I pulled her into a tight embrace, then found her lips again.
Her arms tightened around my neck and she followed my lead, kissing me back as desperately as I kissed her. The more we kissed, the longer this intimate embrace went on, the hungrier I was for her. She must have felt the same way because it wasn’t long before she was clawing at my shirt, trying with everything she had to get it off me.
I snagged the back between my shoulder blades and whipped the thing off before threading my fingers through her hair and continuing to kiss her. With wicked thrusts of my tongue, I tasted her, tangled with her own delicate tongue as I tried to take my fill.
The tremors running through her body were as real as the fire in my veins. She moaned into my mouth, a sweet and desperate sound that made me harden even more. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this way, but it was all I could do to keep my hands from tearing off her clothes and worshiping her like she deserved.
My cock was hard as a motherfucker. There was no way she didn’t feel me pressed against her belly even through our clothes. Cecilia rubbed against me like a cat in heat. Unlike most women I’d been with, she wasn’t covered in heavy perfume. No. The scent she was currently rubbing all over me was her own sweet fragrance.
She was such a contradiction of sin and innocence it was hard to keep my wits about me. On one hand, I was sure she could take whatever I dished out physically, but I knew without a doubt she would struggle emotionally. Well. She’d said she wanted to enjoy this, to have sex with a man of her choosing. Even though I knew it wasn’t the best idea, I was going to give her what she wanted. I was also going to make it as pleasurable for her as I possibly could, no matter what I had to do to achieve that goal.