Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
God, he smelled good, like something manly with a touch of spicy cologne. What sucked was she felt even more uncomfortable since having sex with him than she did before. This man knew every part of her intimately, had licked every inch of her body until she had come undone for him. And right now, he was making her feel so vulnerable in the most delicious of ways.
“Why are you so nervous around me, Stella?” He took another step closer. If she would have taken a deep breath, their chests would have touched. “You have no reason to be so uncomfortable.” He placed a hand on the door right by her head and leaned in so their faces were only an inch apart from one another. “Baby, there isn’t any reason to be scared around me.” He lowered his gaze, and she knew he could see right down her shirt. “I’ve seen every glorious inch of you.” When he pressed his lower body into her belly, she gasped at the thick erection he already sported. “I’ve tasted the most intimate parts of you.” He ground his stiff cock into her. “I’ve been hard ever since you walked out of my shop two days ago.” He was looking back at her face once more, but his eyes were trained on her lips.
“Why wouldn’t I be nervous having you all in my personal space like this?” Her voice sounded distant and soft.
He slowly lifted his gaze to hers and grinned. “Stella, you think I know you don’t secretly love that I’m all up in your… personal space?” He cocked a dark eyebrow.
The man had a way with words that had her nipples hardening and her pussy becoming wet in one second flat. “You’re so cocky.” When he lifted his other hand and ran the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.
“You like that I’m cocky.” He pressed his dick into her belly again and again until she bit her bottom lip to stop from moaning.
His attitude should have made her pissed, but dammit she grew wetter.
“I bet you’d really like it if I had my cock inside you right now.”
She placed her hands on his chest and felt his hard, defined pecs flex under her palms. For a second, all she could do was stare at him. He refused to move, and although all she wanted to do was get naked and forget about talking, they needed to talk. Sex wasn’t the answer, even if it did sound like the perfect solution to a tricky situation. “We need to talk.” She applied pressure to his chest and pushed, but he was like a wall of steel in front of her.
“Baby, we can talk, while you’re under me and I have my dick deep inside that sweet pussy of yours.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, but she wasn’t going to let everything that happened and what they needed to discuss be swept under the rug.
She applied pressure to his chest again and turned her head so their lips broke apart. That had been a hard feat, but gauging how thick he was coming on, she felt this sting of disappointment move through her. Maybe all he did want from her was some easy ass? Once more, she pushed at the wall of his chest, and fortunately he took a step back from her.
“What’s wrong? Your tattoo okay and healing good?” He looked down at her with this confused look on his face, as if he genuinely didn’t understand why she was pushing him away.
“Are you serious right now?”
He knitted his brows and ran a hand over his jaw. It looked like he hadn’t shaved since the last time she saw him. The scruffy look suited him very well.
“My tattoo is fine.”
“Then why push me away?” He stepped forward again and grinned. It was one of those smiles that probably had a lot of women dropping their pants and underwear, turning around, and grabbing their ankles.
“Cadeon, I’m serious. Stop.”
He stopped, took several steps back, and furrowed his brow.
“How can you come over here after what happened at the shop—it’s only been two days—and act like I’m just going to put out?” She stared at him, expecting him to say something, but the seconds ticked by, and all he did was stare at her in return. “Don’t you think we should talk about what in the hell happened?”
He turned away from her and ran a hand over his short dark hair. She heard him exhale and wondered what he was thinking about.
“You’re right. Jumping on you like that was a fucked-up thing to do.” He turned around, but he seemed really tense. “But look at you.”
She glanced down at herself.
“You look really hot, and… well….”