Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“Something’s bothering you. I can tell.”
I blow the hair out of my face. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
His eyes widen. “Get in trouble? For what?”
I twist my hands together in front of me. “I think we should just call the police and let them handle this. If you’re anything like John, which I’m assuming you are, then you’re not going to be able to resist putting your hands on Paul.” I shake my head and look up at him. “I just don’t want you to get into any trouble. That’s all.”
His hand goes to my cheek and brings my face up so I’m looking at him. “I’m trained—"
I interrupt him. “I know you’re trained to do this but—"
He laughs. “I’m sorry, Jenna, but there’s no way I’m turning this over until there’s a solid case. I’m not going to risk him getting away with it on a technicality. And yes, I’m probably going to put hands on him. But anything I do, he deserves it.”
I nod and tilt my head farther back. The longer we’ve stood here, the closer we’ve moved. It’s like there’s an invisible force bringing us together. He’s staring at my mouth, and I lick my lips as I go up on my tiptoes. I’ve never wanted someone to kiss me more than I do right now.
Right when I’m sure it’s about to happen, I hold my breath in anticipation, and he releases me, taking a step back into the hallway. “Go to bed, Jenna. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Humiliated, I reach for the door and shut it before practically running to the bed. Maybe I’m getting this all wrong, but if this is some kind of game to him, I don’t want to play anymore.
8
Dylan
I fucked that up. I’m pacing the living room, replaying what I said in my head and realizing just how badly I fucked it up. What is it with me? You’d think I’d never dated a woman before and instantly I know. I may have dated before, but I’ve never felt this before. Not for another woman and definitely not to this extent. I could barely focus on my job today. And nothing I say or do is coming out right.
She doesn’t understand. I sit down on the edge of the couch and pull out my phone, pulling up her contact information. I send her a text. Hey.
Almost immediately the message shows as read. I wait, holding my breath for her response.
The bubbles that indicate she’s typing pops up... disappears and then pops up again. Finally, the message comes through. What?
I smile at her sassiness. I love that she doesn’t put up with bullshit. Even mine. I’m sorry.
The reply is instant. You have nothing to be sorry for.
I do though. I feel like a teenage boy around you.
Her response is a question mark.
Fuck, how do I say this without being crass? How do I tell her that all I can think about is sleeping next to her, holding her, and making her mine? I can’t control myself around you. I want to kiss you.
She sends a laughing emoji. I would have let you.
My hands start to sweat, and I lay the phone on the coffee table in front of me and stare at it. I wipe my hands up and down the front of my shorts before picking the phone back up. I type as I walk down the hall to her bedroom. One kiss. That’s it. I’m going to give her one kiss. Did you lock your door?
No.
I pocket my phone as I push her bedroom door open. She’s lying in bed with the covers up to her chest. As soon as I walk in, she sits up, and the sheets fall to her abdomen. Her silky top is tight against her breasts, and my eyes are drawn to the hard peaks. She’s staring at me with desire on her face even though she’s trying to hide it. She doesn’t know that her body is betraying her. With her hard nipples, ragged breaths, and flared nostrils, she’s wanting this just as badly as I am. Her eyes follow me across the room, and I walk up beside the bed and sit down on the edge. Looking at her brings out the most possessive feelings I’ve ever felt. I put one hand on the bed next to her and the other on the headboard next to her head. I should ask her first, but I’m not going to. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
I press my lips to hers, and a collective gasp comes from both of us. I lift my hand to the base of her neck, turning my head so I can deepen the kiss. I may have told myself one kiss, but there’s no way I can stop once I’ve started. We’re testing each other, gentle nips that turn into hungry, open-mouthed mating of our lips. The kiss takes my breath away, but I’ll go without as long as I have her mouth on me. Her hands slide up my abdomen, and her touch scorches my skin. I gasp at the same time as she whimpers, and I pull away. I have to before I take this too far, too fast.