Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Part of me was afraid to give my real name, but then I was silent for so long, people started giving me strange looks. Someone asked if I could hear, and I wanted to die. What a fool I’d made of myself.
Flustered, I blurted out a random name before I turned to make an escape. I’d already embarrassed myself, so I couldn’t make it worse. Well, maybe if I’d stayed.
I went straight for the library, which was another place I didn’t belong. Matthew and Jace didn’t outright forbid me from coming in here, but every time I did, one of them would show up. Matthew would say he needed the room or Jace would come and be creepy. I know they did it to get under my skin, and it worked. Each day, their antics have increased, and now they’re starting to get angrier.
“Kiss me back, beautiful,” Prince says against my mouth, making me forget about them. They aren’t going to ruin this moment. My first kiss.
Wrapping my arms around his neck tighter, I kiss him back. Prince isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met, and he doesn’t make me feel awkward and out of place. He’s also easily the hottest man at the party.
When he walked into the library and his eyes locked with mine, warmth bloomed inside of me. I should have been scared because he could have done anything to me. The idea makes the pulse between my legs ache, and I kind of want him to.
We’re alone in a room together, with everyone else down the long hallway. There’s music and laughter all around them so they won’t hear.
When he held his hand out to me, without a thought I took it and let Prince pull me into his arms. For such a big man, somehow he’s gentle yet firm. I get the feeling he doesn’t want to let me go. It’s a sweet, sexy mixture that has me dizzy with desire.
Prince runs his tongue across my lips, and I part them, wanting to taste him. He does it the second I open, and now his kiss is needier. His mouth presses harder against mine, and I do the same to follow his lead. God, I hope I’m doing this right.
When he lets out a groan, it answers my unspoken question.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he says, and I whimper at his words.
I need to be closer to him, but the dress I loved hours ago is now in my way. Once again, I swear the man is in my head because he carries me over to one of the big chaise lounges and lays me down across it. He keeps his mouth on mine even as he pushes the material of my dress higher.
“Prince.” I whisper his name.
He freezes, then slowly his eyes close as he takes a few deep breaths. “Do you want me to stop?” It’s like he has to force the question out, and it only makes me want him more. Am I really testing this man's control?
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” I pull at his tie and start to undo the buttons of his shirt. He makes me bold, and suddenly all of my sheepish inhibitions fall away. The way he greedily keeps touching me makes me want him just as badly.
He watches my actions for only a second, and then the next thing I know, Prince has my dress pushed all the way as he tears away my panties. I don’t even have time to be embarrassed about the simple cotton underwear that doesn’t go with my dress.
He moves with urgency between my legs, forcing me to spread to accommodate the width of his body. Then a low groan comes from him when his warm hand rubs against me.
“You’re bare.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip. “Every part of you is so fucking soft.” His finger traces up the seam of my sex, and I gasp.
“I like the feel of it,” I admit, my voice shaking as I lift my hips at the same time. My body is trying to get his fingers to do more than caress me. I don’t hate it, but the ache I feel is too intense, and I need a release.
“Gorgeous, I’m holding on by a thread here. I can’t think about you touching yourself right now.” Heat rushes to my face. “I want to be the one touching you.”
I inhale sharply when he drops down between my thighs and his fingers part my folds. Then his mouth goes straight for my clit, and he doesn’t hold back. The way he kissed my mouth is different from the way he kisses my sex. He’s slaking his thirst as he thrusts his tongue against me, and my hips jerk. But even as I wiggle, Prince puts his arm across my stomach, pinning me down so that he can take what he wants.