Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Thank fuck that’s not necessary.
My muscles tense as I push away from the door and swallow up the distance between us until I’m no more than a foot away. A fine tremble racks her body as I reach out to caress the side of her face. She’s so fine boned.
Delicate.
How many times throughout the years have I longed to do exactly that but denied myself the urge because I didn’t have any right to touch her?
Too many to count.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Her eyes soften as she presses the side of her face into my calloused palm.
“I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are.” My voice deepens, unable to believe that she doesn’t realize how gorgeous she is. “Just looking at you steals my breath away.”
I step closer until my lips can hover over hers. Unlike in the alleyway or elevator, this kiss is gentle. I want her to understand that it’s not passion fueling the compliments but the truth.
As soon as my mouth slides over hers, she opens. Our tongues tangle, twining together as my hands gather up the fabric of her dress, dragging it up her torso and chest. We splinter apart long enough for me to pull it over her head and drop it to the floor.
My gaze slides greedily down the length of her.
She’s wearing another matching set.
This one is pink with little white polka dots.
I don’t know how it’s possible for my cock to grow any harder, but that’s exactly what happens. This girl has no damn idea how sexy she is. All I want to do is worship her with my lips, tongue, and hands until she understands just how much she affects me.
How much she’s always affected me.
“Gorgeous,” I growl before my lips slant over hers again.
Instead of winding her arms around my neck and pressing closer, she pops the button of my khakis for a second time this evening before dragging down the zipper and untucking the dress shirt.
“I want your clothes off,” she whispers against my mouth.
My fingers make quick work of the buttons before yanking off the pressed cotton and then the white T-shirt beneath. I shove the pants down my legs before stepping out of them until there’s nothing more to cover me than my boxers. My hand snakes out, nabbing her fingers before towing her to me. I want to feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine.
Once she’s in my arms, I force her back until the delicate flesh behind her knees hits the mattress and she falls onto it with a soft bounce. As she scoots up and settles in the middle of the bed, I can’t help but stare at the pretty picture she makes.
I wasn’t lying when I said she’s gorgeous.
She absolutely is.
More than I imagined.
Even though this isn’t the first time I’m seeing Juliette without her clothing, I’m just as bowled over by the sight. The suppleness of her thighs, the gentle flare of her hips, the softness of her belly, the roundness of her breasts cupped by the silky material, and the slope of her shoulders.
Not to mention, all that dark hair cascading around her.
She’s a fucking wet dream sprung to life.
Unable to resist a moment longer, I crawl onto the bed and cage her in with my bigger body before settling on top of her so my cock is nestled between the silkiness of her thighs. I want to yank off my boxers and stretch her panties to the side until I can bury myself deep inside her sweet heat. It’s the only thought that pounds through my head.
I’ve never wanted another girl more than I want her.
It seems almost crazy. Juliette has been a part of my life forever, but I never imagined this happening between us.
Fantasized about?
Sure.
Of course.
But she always seemed out of reach.
Too damn smart and put together for a guy who just wanted to play hockey.
I take her mouth, licking and nipping at her lips before sliding along the curve of her jaw and then sinking further down her bared throat until I reach her collarbone.
I pull away long enough to growl, “As much as I love this bra, it needs to go.”
Her lips quirk and her back bows as I slip my hands around her ribcage and unhook the clasp. When it springs apart, I pull the sexy garment away so my gaze can lick over her chest.
She’s got the most perfect tits.
And her nipples…
They’re rosy and hard.
My cock twitches in response.
I just want to mark this girl as my own.
That thought is jarring enough to give me pause.
This isn’t a long-term arrangement. We both went into this knowing what the situation was. I’m helping her tick items off a list. And I get to lay my hands on her in the process, which is something I’ve wanted to do for years.