Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
It was quite sweet. For Zepp. His fingers swept over my cheek, dark eyes studying me as he tipped back my face. Warm lips brushed mine before he tossed an arm around my shoulder, and we started walking toward his bike. “God rest your Grandpa Joe’s soul.” He snorted a laugh.
He pulled out of the school parking lot and sped down the highway that led into Dayton.
* * *
Two games into Call of Duty, and I had beat him both times. He tossed down the controller and huffed. “I never should have taught you how to play.”
“The student has become the master.”
“Does that mean anything I teach you, you’re gonna be the master?” His teeth raked his lip, his gaze dropping to my mouth.
“Depends. What have you got?”
“One thing in particular.” His hands went to my waist. “You’re so fucking hot.” He dragged me into his lap, then pressed his lips to mine. Hard and hungry, the kiss threatened to steal my breath. “You have no idea how bad I want you.”
And I wanted him. But I was not ready to have sex with him. There was kissing. There was sex. Then there was that gray area in between that I didn't quite know how to tread. Especially with Zepp. He seemed to be all or nothing, and honestly, if we started something, I wasn’t sure how easy it would be to stop. My fingers raked into his hair, pulling him closer. It felt like I couldn’t get enough of him, and I wanted more—I just didn’t know what exactly.
“You’re thinking about it,” he whispered against my lips.
“About what?”
“About fucking me.” His fingers dug into my hips, each muscle tight with restraint.
Zepp felt like a ticking bomb just waiting to go off. Part of me wanted to push him over the edge, just to see what would happen, but nervous energy wound through my veins, making me hesitate.
He pushed me back on the couch, covering my body with his. “What it would be like for me to fuck you, face down on the hood of a car.” His hands roamed along my sides.
Heat spiked over my skin, and my lungs suddenly felt too small.
“In my bed,” he continued between kisses to my throat. “Against a wall…”
“Hard not to,” I said on a ragged breath.
He pressed between my legs, and something else cut through the lust. “If this isn’t an invitation, Monroe, you better tell me now.”
Was it? I didn’t know, but I didn’t want him to stop. For the first time in my life, I craved a connection. I wanted things with Zepp I had never wanted with anyone else, but I was terrified what crossing that line with him might mean. “It’s not an invitation to fuck me, but... It’s something.” I stumbled over words while his mouth worked down my throat, his fingers digging into my waist hard enough to bruise.
“We don’t have to fuck.”
I couldn’t help but smile. From Zepp, it was almost chivalrous. It made me feel like I was important to him, and that was all any of us in this shitty life were really seeking: to mean something to someone.
“But, for the love of God, let me do something.” His hand wrapped around the back of my neck. Another brutal kiss to my lips. He was everywhere, all-consuming.
My mind lingered somewhere between nervousness and curiosity, while my body demanded more. “Okay,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
He rubbed his hand along my thigh. “Good.”
His fingers trailed beneath my skirt, slipping between my thighs. There was a moment, a pause where the only sound was my rattling breaths.
“You okay?” He was right there.
“Yeah.” I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him just as his hand slipped inside my panties, then his calloused finger pushed into me.
My breath hitched, and my body tensed before I gave into him.
“Does that feel good, Roe?”
I couldn’t think past the feeling of him touching me and the primal need for more. The only response he received was the slight buck of my hips.
He worked his way deeper, groaning against my throat. “It’s so hard not to fuck you right now.” His touch was rough and dominating, and I imagined what it would be like to be fucked by him, to have his bare skin pressed to mine.
A moan slipped past my lips, and my back bowed away from the couch cushions.
“Fuck, Roe.” His heavy breaths caressed my skin as he controlled every inch of my body while I cracked open beneath his skilled touch. It was like he knew every button to press, each stroke in exactly the right place that would get me off.
Tension built, my fingers clawed at his skin until I was desperate for the release I knew he would give me. And when he did, it crashed over me like a rogue wave, heavy and hard, stealing all sense of anything that wasn’t him.