Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Anyway… the movie has started.
“So, tell me what I’ve missed. We haven’t really had a chance to speak properly.” Nathan interjects, destroying the peaceful silence between us. Not that I mind.
“Not much to tell. I got a job, which is tiring but I love it; I made new friends in my co-workers and seem to have lost my old friends.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be.” I wave him off, ignoring the sour taste in my mouth that lingers after thinking about Sasha and Tommy. “Are you hungry?”
“Not really. I’ll be surprised if you’re not. You hardly touched your food.”
I give him a pointed look, “I lose my appetite when stressed.”
“I’m assuming you’d like me to apologise?”
“Only if you mean it.”
He gives a nod, his lower lip pouting slightly as he thinks. “Okay then.”
After he looks back to the TV, I wait for his apology. Then I wait some more. And more. “Ahem.”
“Yeah?” Blinking, he turns back to me, his face wearing a secret smile.
“My apology?”
“What for?”
Grr. “For…” Good point, why was I angry again? “For stressing me out.”
“My reasons were legitimate. Your arguments were nothing more than defensive and completely ridiculous.”
He didn’t. Oh… but he did. “You arse.”
“See? Defensive and ridiculous.” Oh, he looks so proud of himself right now.
“I’m not biting. I’m going to sit here and watch this movie in silence. If you need me, I’m not interested.” I sit up straight, my feet now on the ground. This movement forces us to separate a few inches. He instantly shuffles closer, a smirk on his face. I move into the corner, but he follows. Now I’m squished.
Letting out a loud sigh, I slap my hands on top of the blanket before folding my arms over my chest and glaring at the TV. Stupid male jerk.
“Problem?” He moves even closer. Any more and he’ll be on my lap, or I will be on his. “You seem uncomfortable.”
I blank him, keeping my eyes pointed ahead, pretending I’m watching the movie when I’m not. I’m too busy trying to ignore his hand, which is now on my thigh beneath the blanket, his fingers trailing lazy circles along the bare skin. My breath hitches when his hand moves up a few inches, only a short distance from my core. No doubt he can feel the heat on the side of his pinkie finger and palm. It remains there, still trailing lazy circles.
Like the whore that I am, a shiver runs through me and my legs twitch, eager to separate further, hoping to feel his hands on me there. I clamp them shut, my heart hammering and my breaths shortening with each intake.
“Problem?” He whispers directly into my ear. I shudder at the feel of his breath touching the shell. A riot of blissful cells attack my spine as they fight their way to my entrance. When they settle in my stomach, I bite my lip and close my eyes.
Forcing my eyes open, they widen instantly when I see how close Nathan actually is. His face is an inch from mine. Leaning closer, he runs his nose along the side of mine and brushes his bottom lip ever so lightly against my top one.
This is wrong. What’s he doing? What am I doing?
His hand slides up and up finally his pinkie finger rests against the soft fabric of my lady boxers. “Oh god.” I breathe when he puts pressure there, almost cupping me but not quite. My head falls back and my legs part. Nathan’s free hand cups my cheek; my hand grabs it at the wrist and my eyes come to his. He waits for a moment, scanning my face for my reaction.
Stop it! Get away! This isn’t right!
But my head moves forward until our lips only gently skim each other. His breathing quickens and he shifts in his seat, getting a better angle. He swaps his hands, the one between my legs now gripping the back of my neck and the one that was holding my cheek is now holding my heated mound, which is almost unbearably wet.
I’m such a slut.
Heated eyes hold mine as we both go to kiss each other but never quite make it, our mouths teasing the other with skims and light touches. I sit up straighter, my hand gripping the top of his shirt. He smiles slightly, triumph clear in his eyes. I don’t care. I feel warm. Too warm. And desperate. So very desperate to be filled, to be held, to be touched.
“Forgot my charger.” And the moment’s lost.
Nathan shoots to the other end of the couch, his stance casual as my mum enters the room. I blink out of my daze, sitting ramrod straight and looking anything but casual. Mum quickly grabs her charger. She gives me a look and I know she’s seen a lot. Too much in fact.