Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I gnaw at my lip and feel my legs pressing together.
Instantly hot again at the sight of him as he starts to pace.
Thumbing a nail between his lips, I can see the wheels of his mind turning at the news.
“We don’t have to…I mean not right now,” he tells me, stopping in front of me and looking me over again, nudging my feet apart and making me gasp.
He makes a low growl as his eyes focus on what I know only belongs to him now.
Him wanting to see my sodden pussy again so soon. And watching his muscular body walking up and down in front of me with a raging hard-on…
I’m half-wondering if here and now isn’t the right time to give myself to him.
I just came an ocean for the guy, but I’m ready for a second helping already.
And more than tongues and fingers this time.
I think I want the full Zak, every inch of that gorgeous cock up inside me.
I’d probably tell him so, but I’m having trouble thinking, let alone speaking, right now.
My body is making strange sounds and writhing on the couch like I’m some kind of wild animal in heat.
“I want you so bad, Jade,” Zak growls again as if I need to remind him how much I suddenly want him more than ever.
I stab a series of short nods, purring to myself as I study the front of his jeans.
“But not here,” he suddenly says as if he’s had a brain wave.
“I didn’t bring you here for some kind of casting couch fuck,” he says, shaking his head to himself again.
“No, no. No. It has to be special…someplace nice. And only when you’re ready,” he’s quick to add, holding up a cautionary finger.
Looking like a mad genius having an argument with himself.
Me?
I’d hop on that fat sausage right now if he’d let me, but mom does want me home by ten. And that thick dick of Zak’s is an all-night project.
I don’t want to rush things. I want to enjoy it!
Plus, Zak seems suddenly possessed with wanting to make my virginity something special.
Maybe more special than I ever thought it was. And it never crossed my mind that the whole job interview thing was just to get my pants down.
Zak is way more sophisticated than that.
But I also get the feeling he was hoping I wanted him that way as much as I know I want him right now.
“Sorry… I’m talking and thinking a million miles a minute,” Zak says, stopping his pacing and dropping to his knees in front of me again.
My legs hook around his, and cocking my brow; I pull him closer. Home again when I feel his warm embrace, his strong arms pulling me right up against his body.
“I just want this,” he whispers after kissing me again. “I want us. We don’t have to do everything in one night,” he says, but his eyes on mine are telling me he doesn’t want to wait too long.
“We could just snuggle on the couch,” I suggest. “Or did you really want to show me some actual work? ‘Cause I’m fine with both.”
But Zak screws up his nose and makes a face, batting an open hand to empty air.
“Work! I’m thinking about something way bigger, Jade,” he says with greater intensity.
“I’m talking about us. You and me!” he gushes excitedly.
Sounding more hooked on the idea of him and me being together than anything else. Even his own gaming company.
“I know it’s all so sudden, but I really believe in fate,” he tells me, asking me if I know what he means.
I instantly nod because hearing it makes so much sense from Zak’s mouth and is way easier than trying to put my own feelings into words at the moment.
This whole orgasm thing?
I kind of think I could get used to it, but damn, if it hasn’t left me with a brain that can’t think about anything else but more of the same.
And if Zak’s steering the ship, I want to take a permanent cruise.
But can every day really be like today?
I fight hard to stay in my happy place. Thoughts of my mom and Joey’s mom threaten to burst my little bubble of contentment.
But Zak’s enthusiasm, as well as his own arousal, is infectious, and pulling him close to me again, I nuzzle his neck, listening to him talking at an intense speed about how he knew I was the one, even though he had no real idea of how to go about staking his claim.
“I’d say that stake is well and truly claimed,” I tease him, reaching for his zipper and letting out a squeak once I’m reminded just how big a stake the man’s actually packing.
“I thought you wanted to…I mean,” he stammers before lowering his voice. Slowing it down too.