Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Cannon groans against the friction I’m creating. “Not going to lie… the fact your ex said you were bad in bed pissed me off, and I want to prove him wrong. Just by that kiss, I know he’s fucking wrong. So I’m going to give you fair warning and one chance.”
His words make me shiver, and I’m light-headed from the combination of vodka and desire. “One chance for what?”
Cannon’s hands go back to my face and he leans in, running his lips feather-soft over mine. “One chance to tell me to back off because we’ve had too much to drink. Otherwise, we’re going to walk around the block to my place.”
He lifts his head, and the weight of his stare should crush me but all it does is make me feel empowered.
Okay, that might be the alcohol too.
Regardless, I find myself whispering, “Let’s prove him wrong.”
CHAPTER 4
Cannon
Let’s prove him wrong.
Those four words had a profound effect on me. Mostly, it made my dick harder—the kiss started the process—but it also reminded me of why I kissed Ava in the first place.
I’ve got a soft heart and have always been that way. While Ava tried to play off her ex’s harsh insult, I could tell it had knocked her confidence. So a lot of the reason for that kiss had to do with the fact I wanted her to know that she was sexy and desirable.
The way she kissed me back already proved that douchebag wrong. Her mouth fit perfectly against mine, her tongue not shy, and when she grabbed hold of my waistband and pulled our bodies close to each other, I knew she’d be a confident lover. Granted, the alcohol might be bolstering her a bit, but the woman knows what she’s doing.
Sex wasn’t a goal for me tonight. I truly just wanted to have a drink with a woman I found intriguing. But sex is most definitely the end goal now that she’s given me the green light.
Is alcohol playing a part? It’s playing the biggest part because it’s amplifying our mutual attraction and removing our inhibitions.
This is the stuff one-night stands are made of. I can’t seem to care about it though. I’m aroused and want to fuck Ava and I’ll worry about repercussions tomorrow.
The only saving grace to my conscience is that Ava isn’t super drunk. She’s talking intelligently, no slurred words, so I don’t think I’m taking advantage of her.
Grabbing Ava’s hand, I walk at a pace that’s so fast, she has to jog slightly to keep up with me.
I apologize and try to slow down.
She laughs while teasing, “Let’s hurry before we start to sober up and think this is a rash decision.”
The stars must be aligned because there’s an elevator waiting inside the lobby of my building, and it whisks us up to my unit on the eighteenth floor.
There are no gentlemanly thoughts of giving Ava a tour or offering her a drink. We’ve had enough of those.
Instead, I toss my keys on the foyer table, missing it by about four inches, and shrug my coat off, dropping it where we stand. I’m too impatient so I tug at Ava’s coat as I start to kiss her again. When it’s puddled on the floor, I lift her with my hands under her ass and praise her when she wraps her legs around me. “Good girl,” I murmur against her lips.
My bedroom is lit by a bedside table casting a romantic glow. But there’s nothing romantic about the way we tear at each other’s clothes. Nothing sweet about the way I curse as I try to unhook Ava’s bra, and nothing genteel about the way she strokes my cock through the denim.
“Work the zipper,” I demand against her mouth because we’ve yet to stop kissing.
Ava’s laugh is smoky. “Sorry. Got sidetracked.”
I grin and kiss her harder, finally giving up on the clasp and pulling the cups of her bra down to expose her breasts. About the time I’m moving my mouth down her neck with the intent of sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, she’s got her hand in my pants and strokes me hard.
“Christ,” I grumble as I pull away from her. “How are we not completely naked yet?”
She’s fucking beautiful with her hair messed up by my hands, her lips swollen from my kisses, and both nipples budded hard. Her face is flushed, a combination of lust and inebriation, and her chest heaves as she stares at me with glittering eyes.
“Get your clothes off,” I order as I whip my shirt over my head. “Fast.”
We both strip, and I note that her bra clasp twists in the front—for future reference. I’m much faster than she is, so I dive into my bedside table drawer for a condom.
When I have it in hand, I wheel around on her and see she’s gloriously nude without an ounce of shyness. While my urge is to pounce on her, I allow myself a moment to take her in. My eyes slowly roam over her body, noting her rounded breasts, flared hips, and a completely waxed pussy that makes me harder.