Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Like sex on two legs,” I said accusingly. “Like a fucking exotic dancer or something.”
“A stripper?” he said with a confused laugh. “That’s a new one.”
“You fucking ooze it!”
“Ooze what?”
“Sex!”
“Ah,” he said, turning away again. “Maybe that’s just you.”
“How am I responsible for it?” I asked with a huff.
“’Cause every time I’m around you I’m practically pantin’ for it,” he said ruefully.
“We should just do it and get it out of our systems,” I blurted. I came a hair’s breadth from slapping my hand over my mouth, but stopped myself, planting my hands on my hips and raising my chin. I wasn’t some nervous virgin. Maybe Kara was right, maybe I could get over this crush or desire or whatever if I just fucked him. Then we could be friends. Move on.
“Do it?” he asked slowly, rising to his feet.
“Fuck,” I said with a shrug, like it was no big deal.
Bishop smiled and walked toward me.
“Maybe not right this minute,” I said as he got closer. “I’m sweaty and dusty from moving and I probably have pizza breath—”
I held my ground until he was just inches away and then took an involuntary step back.
“Baby,” he said, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair. I felt the scrunchie holding it back loosen as his fingers tunneled in. “I don’t think once is gonna get anything out of our systems.”
“It will,” I said, reaching up to grip his forearms. The muscles there were firm and shifted as his fingers tightened.
“We’ve been doin’ this dance for months,” he said, leaning down to run his nose along my jawline. “By the time I get you into a bed, I’m not gonna stop at once.”
“Fine, twice,” I said, shuddering.
Chapter 2
Bishop
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I finally had my hands on her, and I wasn’t sure how to proceed. I knew exactly what I wanted to do—take her up on the offer, strip her ass naked and fuck her into oblivion right there on the floor—but I wasn’t sure that was a good idea for a variety of reasons. I wanted her in a goddamn bed, with sheets and no interruptions. I wanted her to be showered—not for me, I thought she smelled fucking great and I was salivating at the thought of licking the sweat from her skin—but for her. Because I knew if we went down that road now, she was going to be, if not self-conscious then at least aware of the fact that she’d been doing physical labor all day.
The first time I had her, I wanted her to be primped and feeling sexy. Holding nothing back because she knew she looked like a fucking goddess and smelled like one too. No hesitation. No reservations. Exactly how I knew she’d be when we eventually got down to it. I wanted Charlie all in—anything short of that would be doing us both a disservice.
“Not sure twice is gonna be enough,” I murmured, lightly running the tip of my tongue over her throat. Hell, if I didn’t pull back soon all my good intentions were going to fly out the window.
“You’re pretty sure of yourself,” she said, tipping her head back further to give me more room to work.
“I’m pretty sure of you,” I said, my words coming out like gravel. “Holy hell, woman.”
I tipped her head back down and practically dove toward her mouth. She was right, she tasted like pizza and beer and I didn’t give a single fuck. She knew what she was doing, her tongue sliding against mine, and I struggled against going after her like some overeager puppy. The kiss made my fucking hands shake.
I’d known that it would be that way. I knew that she would tilt my world on its fucking axis if she ever let me in there, but I don’t think I’d had any idea just how quickly or irrevocably that would happen. The thought was almost enough to make me pull away.
“Charles, Draco said they didn’t build your bed. Do you guys need any help—oh!”
Kara’s voice behind me hit Charlie like a bucket of cold water. In a split second she had pulled away, her cheeks rosy and her lips gorgeously swollen.
“Whoops,” Kara said sheepishly.
“They need any help?” Draco called from somewhere in the house.
“Uh, no,” Kara called back, still standing in the doorway.
“You have shit timing,” Charlie griped as she stepped around me.
“Sorry,” Kara replied, grimacing. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs behind her made Charlie sigh.
“What’s up?” Draco asked. “You sounded weird.”
“You’re so fucking nosy,” Charlie said. “But now that you’re here, help Bishop put the bed up.”
“Sure, Charlie,” Draco said easily, glancing between us. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll help build your bed.”
“Thank you,” she said primly.
“Might need to give Lover Boy a minute, though,” Draco said jokingly.
“I’m fine,” I said, turning toward the bed so I could discreetly adjust the most uncomfortable erection I’d ever had. Fuck.