Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 137654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
His blue eyes narrow on me, and I notice he’s changed his clothes since I was with him earlier. He had on a black t-shirt but now he has on a dark blue one that matches his eyes. I lick my lips, remembering what his chest looked like when he got out of my father’s pool. Just fuck me already! At this point, I have no dignity left anyway.
“I dare you,” I say and then toss back my shot.
He stands there, staring down at me like he wants to rip my head off. I’ve never seen such pretty blue eyes look so dark. All I can do is give him a lopsided smile, knowing I got to him. My lips went numb an hour ago. Show me what you got, Cole.
“Sleepwalking” by Diamante plays through the house, and I turn to face Becky, dismissing him when he just stands there. “Let’s go dance.”
She grabs my hand, but I don’t even get a chance to step away from the countertop before I’m picked up and thrown over someone’s shoulder.
I stare at an ass wrapped in blue denim as I hang upside down. “Cole!” I hit his muscular thighs with my fists. My head bouncing up and down. He slaps my ass. And I moan at the sting.
“That was just a warning,” he growls.
I smile.
I hear people talking as he turns and walks down a hallway. Then he’s opening a door. He steps in and places me on my feet. I stumble back, my heels clinking on the tile. He slams the door shut.
I spin around to see we’re in a bathroom. “What …?”
His hand grips my hair, and he spins me back around. I pant as he shoves my hips into the counter. He stands behind me, staring at me in the mirror.
He lowers his lips to my ear. “I’m not gonna let you back out, sweetheart.”
I moan, pushing my ass into him, and I can feel how hard he is.
He chuckles as his lips trail down my neck before his teeth sink into my skin. A shudder runs through me, and I rise on my tiptoes. “Cole.” I swallow. “Please.”
He starts kissing my neck again. “You’re gonna hate me in the morning.”
“I hate you now.” I breathe.
He lets go of my hair and spins me around. His hands go to my hips, and he lifts me, setting me on the counter. Then his lips are on mine.
I grab the hem of his shirt. “Take it off,” I mumble against his lips.
He pulls away, reaches up behind him, and yanks it up over his head. “Jesus,” I whisper, placing my hands on his hard and chiseled abs. I didn’t know a body could look like this.
My hands lower, and I yank at his belt and then his button. His hand is in my hair, and he’s nipping at my lips as I pant. My mind screams this is a bad idea, but my body says nothing that looks like this good could be bad.
He grips the hem of my shirt and yanks it off, tossing it to the floor by his.
I pull his jeans down only to find he has a pair of black boxer briefs on. I go to remove them, but he yanks me off the counter. I stumble into him.
He chuckles at my lack of stability and patience. I don’t care.
“Remove your heels,” he orders, and I do as he asks without question. He undoes my jeans and yanks them down my legs. I kick them off. “Put your heels back on.”
“What…?”
“Put them back on, Austin.” He demands, kneeling and holding them out. One at a time, I slide them on. When he stands back to his full height, I realize why he wanted me to put them back on. Even though I’m still a few inches shorter than him with my heels.
He removes my thong next, and before I can stop him, he has my bra undone. The last time I stood naked in front of a man for the first time, I was terrified. My entire body shook. But I don’t feel that way right now. And it has nothing to do with the alcohol in my system and everything to do with the way his blue eyes darken as he looks me up and down. They linger on my breasts, and he slowly licks his lips. They’re not anything to show off, but they’re not small either.
Then his hands are on me. He grips my sides and yanks me to him. His lips take over mine, and I moan into his mouth. My hand goes between our bodies, and I reach inside his boxers. My thighs tighten when I feel how big he is.
I pull away, panting. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asks, kissing along my jawline. He lowers his lips to my neck, and he sucks on it hard. I arch my back, giving him better access and not caring if he leaves a hickey.