Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I blinked at her in shock.
Blinked again.
Opened my mouth to deny.
Slammed it shut.
Realized she was right and I was such a jackass for ever daring to insinuate to that beautiful man that he was adding complication to my life.
I groaned. Cursed at myself. Spouted self-recriminations, and all the while, Jenna nodded along in agreement with me.
“I’ll go call him,” I’d told her, moving toward the hall with the intent of going to my bedroom for privacy.
She grabbed my arm, swung me around in the opposite direction, and pushed me toward the door. “You need to go see him. He deserves more than a call.”
She was right, and now I’m parallel parked on the street outside his building. I didn’t give him a heads up for fear he’d tell me not to come. On the off chance he’s become pissed at me in the last few hours, I knew he’d feel obligated to let me up if I came without advance notice.
I grab my phone and tap his number in my Favorites contact list. He answers before the second ring. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I say, hating that my breath sounds a bit shaky. “I was wondering if I could see you.”
“Tonight?” he asks in confusion.
“Yes, if that’s alright.”
“Want me to come to you?” he asks, ever the gentleman, and the squeeze on my heart lessens considerably.
“Actually… I’m outside your building.”
He told me to come into the underground garage he’d previously given me the code to. I had not done that directly as it seemed intrusive when I was the one calling the break, but I feel even lighter of heart at the invitation.
When I make it to his floor and his door is in sight, my heart starts thundering. When he opens it up, he leans against the jamb, hands tucked into his pockets casually, and watches me walk toward him.
My face heats as I get closer, because while I couldn’t begin to guess the myriad of emotions he might be feeling, I’m shocked that what I’m seeing now is hunger and need in his eyes.
I’m also affected.
Like, everywhere.
It’s been way too long since we’ve had true alone time and I tingle from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask him softly when I’m a mere few feet away.
His eyes roam down my body slowly, one side of his mouth pulling up into a lazy smile before meeting my gaze head-on. “You here to tell me you’ve reconsidered?”
“I am,” I reply simply, figuring he might pull me in for a kiss. We’d sit on the couch for a bit so I could profusely apologize then we could make up in a delightful way. Based on his demeanor, I know there’s no way we’re not making up.
Not that we really broke up. I just asked for a break and I think two hours is sufficient.
But Jett shocks me into an embarrassing yelp when he steps into the hall, bends at the waist and puts his shoulder to my stomach. I go up and over him into a fireman’s carry and he turns, careful my head doesn’t hit the jamb.
Gracefully, he steps over his threshold and when we’re clear, kicks his foot back to shut the door.
There’s no hesitation.
He doesn’t go to the couch but stalks around it and moves into his bedroom with deliberation. I start to squirm as he heads toward the bed, but it’s short-lived as he dumps me there.
I bounce once before his body comes down on me and then his mouth descends. I react quickly, putting my hand over it to stop him. His eyebrows rise.
“Am I forgiven for being so stupid?” I ask.
He responds by baring his teeth and biting the palm of my hand, not enough to hurt, but enough to make me snatch it back.
Then his lips are on mine, his tongue is in my mouth and I think I know what the answer is.
I am forgiven.
I don’t know how it happens. One moment we’re clothed, and the next we’re naked. Jett straddles my hips, legs spread, and his palms resting on his thighs as he looks down at me. It’s lewd and beautiful at the same time, especially with his thick cock at erect attention right over my belly.
Without hesitation, I take it in hand and squeeze at the base, pulling along the length. Jett’s head tips back and he groans in pleasure. I continue to stroke him and his eyes come back to me, blistering with need. His hips rotate and flex, helping me stroke him. There’s a rumbling in his chest, an indication to me that he won’t take much more of this.
He’s so fucking perfect.
“Get on your back,” I mutter, releasing his shaft and pushing at his stomach. His muscles tighten but he doesn’t move. In fact, his body is entirely still as he stares down at me.