Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 39(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 26(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 39(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 26(@300wpm)
I’m going to tell him the truth, tell him I’m a virgin.
But I’m going to kiss him some more first. Maybe it’s wrong, but if wanting a little more of this man’s mouth before I scare him off is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
I really, really don’t.
So, when he turns back to me in the door to his bedroom, I don’t hesitate. I push up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his and instantly the world is full of sunshine and glitter all over again.
Chapter Four
PANIC
This isn’t talking.
We should talk. We really should.
I sense there’s something she’s not telling me, something I should know, but with her breasts soft against my chest and her fingers tangling in my hair…
Well, fuck…
I can’t think straight, can’t think of anything but how much I want to be closer to this person I’ve missed so much since she shut me out of her life.
“Damn, Genevieve.” I cradle her head in my hands and stroke my tongue against hers, matching her intensity as we kiss our way across the room, shedding our jackets before we tumble back onto my bed.
I kiss her until my lips are bruised, until my pulse slams through my veins and the world narrows to this girl and her insanely sexy body squirming on top of mine. Her fingernails dig into my biceps as she spreads her legs and shifts her weight, grinding against my throbbing cock, just like she did downstairs.
And fuck, I want her. I want to be inside her. I want it so bad my hand shakes as I tighten a fist in her hair. “So good,” I murmur against her lips. “You feel so good.”
“So good,” she echoes, rocking against me again. Her head falls back and her breath shudders out. “It’s never felt like this before, Panic. Never.”
It’s so close to the things she’s said in my fantasies that my control slips another notch. I reach up, cupping her breasts through her sweatshirt and giving them each a firm squeeze.
“Oh my God,” she says as her chin tips down.
When her eyes meet mine, her breath hitches as the ridge of my erection rubs against her clit.
I slip my hands beneath her shirt, electricity forking through me as I touch her bare skin and the tight nipples practically begging for my touch. “Lean down,” I murmur, needing her breasts in my mouth more than I remember needing anything in my life. “Lean down, baby.”
A second later, I have her shirt pulled up and her nipple in my mouth and fuck, she’s sweet. Sweet and salty and the way her skin tightens beneath my tongue drives me crazy.
The sounds she makes drive me even crazier.
Little moans escape the back of her throat as I suck and bite and tease her nipples. I wait until her arms are trembling on either side of my face and her breath is coming fast before I cup her ass with one hand, urging her hips to move faster.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her cheek as I fist my free hand in her hair. “Come for me, Genny.”
She cries out, going stiff in my arms for a long, breathless moment before she begins to tremble again, this time with the force of her release. She shakes on top of me, and I swear I can feel her pleasure like it’s my own. I can feel it washing through me, drowning me in heat, making me so fucking turned on I can’t fight the heavy, dragging sensation low in my body for another second.
I come in my pants like a teenager who’s just made it to second base for the first time, but I’m not embarrassed. It feels weirdly right to be like this with her and this orgasm is the best thing that’s happened to me in so long, somehow even sweeter for the fact that we’re both still fully clothed when it happens.
Catching my breath after, a soft laugh rumbles through my chest as I hug her close.
She lifts her head from my pec, her cheeks bright pink as she arches a brow. “Did you…”
“Come in my pants? Yeah, I did. I told you, you’re just too hot to handle, Frances. And you have to let me call you Frances, at least for a little while, or I’m going to be hard and ready to go again in five minutes.”
Her lips quirk up on one side. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No, not a bad thing. But I think we should talk before we make any big decisions, don’t you?”
She pulls in a breath and lets it out slowly, an expression on her face I can’t quite read. “I think that I’m starving. The cats ate my cheeseburger.”
“Those little monsters.”
She nods. “They really are. Except Floof. I love him.”