Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
He shoved up against me harder this time, and I let out this little mewl. I could have orgasmed from that feeling alone, from the way his jean-clad cock pushed against my body. I felt frenzied, so not like my prim and proper self that was wholly inexperienced in any of this sexual stuff. But with Mal, I felt free. I felt like he wanted me unhinged, wanted me to just let go and give him every single part of me.
And I wanted that.
I may not be drunk, but the alcohol sure had lowered my reservations and inhibitions.
And I welcomed it.
I wanted to go all the way.
“Mal,” I whisper-moaned his name, and he growled against my mouth. His hands were on my waist, his fingers digging into my body.
“Jesus, what are we doing?” His words were muffled as he latched his mouth on my throat and started sucking.
“Do you want to stop?” Please, God. Please say no. I was burning alive, and he was the only thing that could put me out.
“Fuck. No.” Those words were nothing but a harsh groan against the side of my throat. “Do you?” I felt the way his hands tightened on my body, as if he too worried I’d say no.
I pulled back, the latch of his mouth on my skin coming undone as he looked at me. His eyes were hooded, his mouth glossy and red from how fiercely we’d been kissing. I loved this boy, loved him with a passion that scared the shit out of me, but also made me feel stronger than I’d ever felt.
“No,” I whispered. “I never want to stop.” Normally, I would have felt embarrassed for saying something so real, but right now, I felt like there were no walls up between us. He wanted me. I wanted him. And I needed to see how far we could take this. “I want you, so have me, Mal.”
He slammed his mouth against mine and growled against my lips. He had a hand gripping my nape, keeping me right where he wanted me.
With shaky hands, I gripped the bottom of his shirt. He tensed for only a second then broke the kiss to remove the cotton and toss it aside. Then his mouth was right back on mine. I had my hands on his warm chest, his skin firm, the definition of his masculine muscles causing my pussy to become even wetter.
I wanted him to feel as hot as I was, because I felt like I was burning alive.
I was the one to break the kiss now, but he must have known what I wanted, because before I knew it, he was all but ripping my shirt from my body and tossing it to the ground with his. On instinct, I lifted my arms and covered myself. I’d never let anyone see this part of me, and my cheeks felt hot as embarrassment slammed into me.
“Don’t hide from me, never from me,” he murmured and gently pulled my arms away. The air was chilly, and I felt my nipples harden even more. He groaned at that, as if it turned him on even more to see them tighten. “Perfect, just like I fucking imagined.” He lifted his gaze from my chest. “Better than I could ever imagine.” God, he was breathing so hard. “Let me touch you. I need to touch you.” That last part was said as if he were in pain, as if the only thing that could sate him was to put his hands on me.
I didn’t respond verbally, just arched my back and pressed my chest to him, giving him a silent approval that I needed that too.
And when he finally placed his massive, warm, and very male hands on me, I let my head tip back and moaned at the feeling. My breasts weren’t small, but they felt so tiny in his palms. I felt my nipples pucker up even more, the tips so hard they ached.
“God. You’re so soft, so warm.”
I managed to lift my head and open my eyes just as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against my chest, his brown hair soft as silk against my bare skin. He did nothing but hold one of my breasts, his warm breath making my flesh tingle. I was vaguely aware of him moving his mouth to the side, closer to my nipple, so close I felt that hot, panting humidity bathe the little peak as he moved his hand aside.
“Mal,” I said so softly I didn’t know if he even heard me, or if I said his name in my head.
“Delilah,” he whispered harshly, his body positively shaking right now.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, smoothing my hands over his warm, firm skin. “More, Mal. Please.” I was wild in my desire for him, not worrying about repercussions that might happen with us being together. And then I felt it.