Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Drake chuckles, his hand playing with the end of my braid. "What, you don't like a little spontaneity?"
"I like it just fine." I grin. "I just didn't expect to end up in bed with you half naked."
"We’re more than half naked. I’m only wearing underwear," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “You still have to play catch up.”
I’m still holding my dress over my chest. "You're incorrigible."
"Only with you," he says, pulling me closer for another kiss. “You sure you don’t want help takin’ this all the way off?”
I don’t, but it can’t hurt to let him lend a hand. Men like to be useful, don’t they? At least that’s what Stella told me once when she was dating some construction management major, an alpha male who needed his ego stroked on a regular basis.
“Uh. Sure.”
"Let’s get you out of this then," he says, his fingers deftly pulling the dress up over my rib cage until it’s sliding off my body in a billowy puddle.
I gasp at the sudden coolness of the air against my skin, fighting the urge to cover my bare breasts with my hands.
Let him see them.
This is what we came here for.
“Daisy?”
“Hmm?” I look down into his face.
“Can I ask a stupid question?”
I nod.
“Uh. Just so we’re clear, are we about to have sex or are we just fooling around with no clothes on ’cause I don’t want there to be any confusion.”
His expression causes a nervous laugh to escape my throat. “Sex?” Why am I saying it like it’s a question? “But only if you want?”
“Only if I want? Woman, are you out your mind? Of course I want to have sex. I’m just makin’ sure you’re the one who wants to have sex with me. I’m on that ban, remember?”
I roll my eyes. “Who could forget when you keep reminding me.”
“Just so we’re clear.” He laughs, chest rumbling beneath my thighs as his hands climb my rib cage, giving me goose bumps. “I’d like to have sex with you, but only if you want to have sex with me.”
Sex, sex, sex.
“Just so we’re clear, it’s been a long time. I might not be good at it.”
Drake’s chuckle is deep. “Babe, you need to stop worrying.” His hands are all the way on my rib cage now, thumbs brushing my underboob, palms moving to cup my breasts. “We can hang out like this if you change your mind, just two naked people touching privates but not banging.”
“Oh my god. Stop.”
“No pressure.” He laughs.
No, there is no pressure.
My chin notches. “Trust me, if I felt pressure, I wouldn’t be sitting here with my tatas hanging out.”
“They’re not hangin’ out.” Drake grins. “Even mostly naked, you have somethin’ to say.”
A few seconds go by where all he does it look up at me, hands on my chest.
Then.
In an instant, he flips me so my back is on the mattress, his massive, strong arms flanking me on either side.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to argue with him; to tell him I’m not gorgeous and he’s being ridiculous because that’s what I always do when I feel out of my element and uncomfortable.
“Thank you.”
Drake bursts out laughing. “Wow. Was that so hard?”
“Was what so hard?”
“Sayin’ thank you after a compliment.” He leans down and plants a kiss on the tip of my nose—then the tip of my breast. “You should have seen the look on your face when I said that.”
“What was the look on my face?”
“For a second, you were goin’ to argue with me.”
He’s right. I was. “No, I wasn’t.”
“Liar.”
I hesitate. “Why am I on the bottom? Flip me back over so I can finish what I started.”
What that is, I haven’t figured out yet. But I will by the time I’m on top again.
Drake blinks.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Flip me back over.”
Drake
I do as she asks, rolling us both over so she’s on top of me again, the bossy little minx surprising me at every turn.
She crawls down my body, fingers immediately latching on to the waistband of my drawers. She kisses my stomach below my belly button, causing me to suck in a breath.
Kisses above my waistband…as her free hand caresses it’s way over the fabric of my boxer brief…over my hard dick…down to cup the base of my balls through the fabric.
Minx.
Daisy slowly drags my briefs down over my hips, wasting no time at all. My erect cock springs free, begging for someone or something to touch it, suck it, sit on it.
Anything.
Please, it pleads.
When Daisy’s hand wraps itself around the base, I inhale a breath. Hold it.
Anticipation shoots through my veins, all the blood rushing from my brain—from my legs, arms, and chest—to my dick, rendering me stupid.
She strokes it up and down, slowly at first, finding a rhythm. It’s a dry stroke—which I normally don’t love—but I’m hopeful that soon her mouth will join in the party and—