Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I reached across my desk and opened the phone. My heart stopped, realizing the text was from Tara. Had she changed her mind? Was this the goodbye text I’d assumed I was getting? Squeezing my eyes shut, I put all my energies toward a good outcome.
Be there in ten minutes.
What? Ten minutes? Shit. I dropped the phone and ran to the bathroom. I kicked off my clothes, nearly tripping and falling on the bed. Shit. The sheets. What would she say? I grunted. I was assuming she wanted to get past the front porch. Maybe she was coming to tell me goodbye in person.
The shower came to life. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time for it to heat up. I bounced in, trying to keep moving as the cold water hit me. I sponged off quickly, not even bothering to switch from shampoo to bodywash. Even moving quickly, I only had two minutes left when I jumped out. I wrapped a towel around my waist just as I saw a car pulling up to the house. It would have been nice if she’d hit at least a few minutes of traffic. I looked down; she’d already seen me naked, so seeing me in a towel shouldn’t be a shock.
I opened the door before she knocked, stepping back so she could step in. She looked at me, not saying anything, but I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t quite through with me. I pushed the door shut as she reached for my chest. I’d been so focused on teaching her a lesson for stopping by virtually unannounced that I didn’t think about the fact that yes, she’d seen me naked, but other than shadows, she hadn’t seen much since it was dark. But now, she was seeing all of me, including the scars that had haunted me for years.
She reached out, running her hands along my chest, tracing the lines that had held me hostage for so long. I winced, expecting her to turn around and get back in her car. She didn’t, though. Leaning forward, she traced a line with her tongue, the act more sensual than I’d ever thought it could be. I gasped, and she met my eyes. I tipped her chin, meeting her lips with mine as her hand traveled to my waist and unraveled my towel.
Her touch felt silky smooth as she continued her exploration of my body. I stood still, not daring to move. Something I’d assumed would turn anyone off was currently the sexiest thing that had happened to me in a long time. She wrapped around my back, never losing contact with my bare skin. Once there, I felt her fingers as they brushed against my scars again, gently dotting my back with kisses as she went. I felt my cock tighten. There was no way to avoid it. And standing stark naked in my living room, there was also no way to hide it.
She made a full rotation, and when she was in front of me again, she gazed at me, nothing but desire in her eyes. It took every ounce of strength I had not to pick her up and take her on the table. It was important to let her be in charge. I needed that, and I had a feeling she did too. I waited silently for her to say something. Instead, she lifted to her tiptoes, kissing me again—lightly at first, then with a haunting need. I knew in an instant I could never let her leave my side again.
21
TARA
Every single part of him was exquisite, but I could tell he was uncomfortable. He hadn’t stopped me from exploring his body, and I had enjoyed every minute of it. There was something sexy about gentle touches and exploration in a new relationship, with anticipation threatening to burst from every seam. I pulled back slightly, but he caught me, wrapping his arm around me, gently kissing the nape of my neck as he pulled back my hair with his hand. His breath felt cool on my skin. My toes curled with his touch as he moved his lips from my neck to my ear, teasing me with his tongue. Knees weakening, I put my hands on his hips and pulled him even closer to me. Walking step to step, he moved me toward the bedroom. Halfway there, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me the rest of the way. I giggled, and he kissed my lips again.
As he plopped me on the bed, I took the chance to pull off my shirt, leaning back as he crawled into the bed to join me. Lips locked, I lay back as he followed me, and our bare skin touched with sparks flying. I wrapped my arms around him as we continued to kiss. A groan escaped when he tickled my bottom lip with a soft nibble.