Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Even as I piece together my wayward thoughts about Gabby, I know that what I feel for Thea is stronger. For one thing, I was attracted to Thea during my entire relationship with Gabby. That’s something that should have never happened. I sure as hell don’t think about other women right now. Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of Thea every night even before I got a taste of her. Something in my gut just tells me Thea is different. I can’t let her get away.
“I can’t,” she whispers, as if it’s a confession she shouldn’t be making.
“You can’t what?” I prompt, worried she’s going to tell me she can’t explore this thing between us. I thought I had moved her past that, but maybe inviting her to dinner with my parents pushed her too far and too fast.
“I can’t say that I think of anyone but you when we’re together. I can’t even say I’ve thought of anyone but you since we first began spending time together. Maybe that’s why Raze cheating on me didn’t hurt—well, other than my pride.”
“Thank fuck. You’re not running.”
“I’m still not sure this is completely smart,” she responds, putting her hands on each side of my face. Her touch is so sweet and soft, and I feel it in my dick.
“But?”
“I’ve never been a runner.”
I circle one of her wrists and bring her hands to my lips and kiss the back of it. “I’m going to show you we’re made for one another, Gorgeous.”
“Dom, I’m not looking for—”
I stop her from saying anything else by taking her mouth, pouring how much I want her into my kiss. She groans into my mouth and the noise rocks me to my core as it vibrates through me. My fingers tangle into her hair. I keep one hand on her hip, holding her to me with a bruising force. I grind up into her. Letting her feel how much I need her. I’m drunk on her and have yet to get inside her.
She’s liquid fire in my hands and she burns me all the way through. When we break apart, the air burns my lungs as I try to take it in. My damn heart is thundering inside my chest. Thea looks to be struggling the same way. Her fingernails are biting into the back of my neck. My dick is weeping with the need to have her.
“We…” Thea gasps out the word, then takes a ragged breath, her eyes searching my face. “We’re g-going to be late.”
My hand slides under her dress, my gaze locked with hers. “Going to my parents is the last thing on my mind, sweetheart.” Her eyes close as I slide my fingers against her wet panties. I could fucking whimper from the force of the need I feel to claim her. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” My words come out with a groan, making them sound like I’m in pain. Fuck, I am. I need her so much that I’m going insane. I don’t know how it got so out of control this fast, but I’m not going to question it either. I think I’d forgotten what it felt like to be alive until Thea stormed into my life, challenging me. I should send her fucking ex back in New York a case of Kentucky bourbon. If he hadn’t fucked up, I wouldn’t be holding beauty in my hands.
Beauty that I’ll never let go of.
“Dom…” she breathes, her head going back with my touch.
My eyes close as the sweetness of her whispering my name hits me. I’ve felt like an idiot for so long now that it has become my new normal. Yet, hearing Thea like this, knowing that I pushed her away to keep Gabby? Fuck, stupid doesn’t begin to cover what I was.
I force myself to look directly at her as I push her panties to the side. I don’t want to miss a moment with her. I gently press against the wet, bare lips of her pussy and immediately they part for me, enveloping my fingers. It feels so good that I hiss in response.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I groan as I slide through her folds.
“Dom, I can’t go to your parents smelling like sex.”
“Yeah, you can, baby,” I argue just as my fingers press against her swollen clit.
Her body quivers with my touch as I rub against her, torturing the engorged button and smiling at the effect it has on her.
“That feels good,” she whimpers.
“I’m about to make you feel a hell of a lot better.”
“Not like this.”
I force my hand not to move, although I keep it right where it is. I look at her, prepared to argue with everything inside of me. “Thea—”
“I want our first time to be together, Dom. I want you inside me. As good as this feels, I don’t want to come without you.”