Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
I wanted to bend her over the couch as soon as she came downstairs in it. Instead, I dragged her to the truck, determined to get her out of the house to avoid temptation.
"You nervous?" I ask, glancing over to find her nibbling on her bottom lip.
"No. Yes." She frowns, her brow wrinkling. "I don't know."
That makes two of us. I haven't been on a date in so long I can't even remember when it last happened. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing.
"It's just dinner," I say, though I don't know if I'm reminding her or myself.
"Right." She runs her hands down her dress, smoothing invisible wrinkles.
"You look beautiful, baby." I shift my gaze from her to the road, pulling to a stop as the light turns yellow ahead. When I turn back to her, her head is down, a blush spread across her cheeks.
"Thanks," she says, lifting her head. Her gaze roves over me, taking in my jeans and white button-down before lingering for a split second on my dick. "You look pretty good yourself."
"You mean me or my dick?" I smirk at her before turning back to the road. The light changes to green, and I pull off.
A gray sports car flies past us, swooping into the lane ahead of me and turning on the blinker. I roll to a stop behind it, not bothering to switch lanes to go around. The restaurant isn't far ahead, and the storm washed all kinds of debris into the roadway. Mud and twigs are spread all across the right lane.
"I hate your stupid rules," Mila mutters from beside me, making me smile.
As soon as she woke up, she was ready to go another round. She's still pissed that I told her we weren't having sex again today. The words were barely out of my mouth before she had her hands on my body, trying to change my mind. She almost succeeded, but I stood firm. She rewarded me by telling me to fuck off with my stupid rules.
I fucking love her defiance. I won't be telling her that shit, though.
I reach over the console, running my hand across her tits and then down between her legs. Her lip goes between her teeth, but I still hear her soft whimper. The sound is part pleasure, part pain, and it tells me everything I need to know.
"I fucked you raw, sweetheart," I tell her. "You need a break."
"Says you." She glares at me, frustration seething in her tone. Her bottom lip pouts out. "You've been touching me all damn day, Roman. If you aren't going to fuck me, don't tease me."
Her annoyance is so fucking cute. I throw my head back and laugh.
"I've been wet all day because of you," she grumbles.
"Poor baby," I say, still laughing.
She growls at me, narrowing her eyes. I expect her to tell me to fuck off again. Instead, she leans across the console, getting as close to me as she can. Her tits press into my arm. Her mouth lands against my ear. Her scent envelopes me, twisting through me. One of her hands slides down my chest and abs before coming to rest against the bulge in my jeans.
"Don't even act like you haven't been hard for me all day, Roman," she hisses in my ear. "It's killing you that you aren't inside me right now, isn't it, baby?" She squeezes my cock through my jeans.
"Fuck," I curse, bucking upward in my seat as my dick pulses. She's right. I have been hard all damn day. That's precisely why I had to get her out of the fucking condo. If I hadn't, I would have taken her again. She has no clue how much I want her, no clue what she's doing to me. Hell, what she's always done to me.
A horn blares loudly from behind us. The sports car ahead turned off at some point during her little display, and I'm now holding up traffic. With her hands on me, I don't give a shit what's going on around us.
She gives my cock a final squeeze and then drops back down in her seat, a self-satisfied smile on her lips.
I exhale a sharp breath and let off the brake. We drive in silence for a moment.
"I'm always hard for you, Mila," I say as the restaurant looms into view ahead. I don't intend to say anything more, but the words are out before I can call them back. "I've gotten off to the thought of you for so goddamn long, it's pathetic, baby. I've tried getting you out of my head since I met you and still haven't been able to do it. You're in there. You've fucking always been in there." My mouth is dry, my words deadly serious.
I cast a glance over at her to find her watching me, those eyes wide. For just a second, her defenses are gone again. She looks vulnerable, exposed, like she knows exactly what I'm talking about, like maybe it's been that way for her too. Her body is rigid, her unease obvious, and I know I've got to pull back before she really does run, but I can't think of a single fucking word to lighten the mood.