Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
His taste was like a drug. One hit of it and I knew I would always want more. He’d ruined me for anyone else, man or woman.
With one kiss.
I kissed him deeply and let my tongue slide over his in greeting. He let out a surprised sound and broke the kiss. Thankfully, I was able to rein in my raging lust to recognize the need for me to back off.
I began to straighten back into a sitting position so I could put some space between us, but Christopher grabbed the back of my neck with his uninjured hand and followed me until he was practically pressed against me.
“No, please, Rush—” Christopher began before he sucked in what seemed to be some needed air.
Fuck, had I scared him so badly that he couldn’t breathe?
“Christopher—”
“I’m sorry, I can do better,” Christopher interrupted. “Please, I just… please.”
The desperation in his voice had me pausing long enough to recognize a couple of things. First off, his hold on the back of my neck almost bordered on painful. Second, he’d pressed his forehead against mine. And finally, his breaths were seesawing in and out of him.
Like mine.
He wanted this. He wanted it as much as I did.
Then why had he been surprised when I’d…
“Christopher, has no one ever—”
Before I could finish, Christopher released me and tried to put some space between us. If I hadn’t closed a hand around his forearm, he would have probably been off the bed and gone. Every ounce of excitement had been sucked out of the room.
“Christopher—”
“I’m not a virgin,” Christopher interrupted. His eyes were downcast, and I could practically feel the shame wafting off him. “He… he just never wanted to kiss me.”
I tried to make sense of what he was saying. So he’d had sex before, but his partner hadn’t kissed him on the mouth? How was that even possible? Unless it had been a random hookup. But I knew in my gut Christopher wasn’t a random hookup kind of guy.
I must have been quiet for too long because Christopher tried to pull away from me. Instead of releasing him, I pulled him closer. Not surprisingly, he began to fight me, but I knew it was because he was embarrassed.
“Let go!” Christopher snapped impatiently.
I put my hand at the back of his neck and began rubbing my thumb back and forth over his soft skin. “Stop,” I commanded as he continued to fight me. “Christopher, just stop,” I repeated softly.
He did, but his entire body was wound up tight.
Ready to take advantage of any opportunity to escape.
I closed my eyes and pressed our foreheads together like they’d been before things had fallen apart. “Christopher, will you…” I began, but then a mass of nerves unfurled in my stomach. What if I lost him before I’d really had him?
To my surprise, Christopher was no longer trying to pull away. I pulled in a deep breath in an effort to get control of myself. I opened my eyes and pulled back enough to find Christopher watching me. He looked like he was trying to decide between staying or running.
“Christopher, will you let me be this first for you?”
I saw in his eyes the exact moment when he realized what I was asking. They went wide for a moment, then relaxed. His entire body softened in my hold until no part of him was resisting me. I slipped my free arm around his waist, pulling him in close so that our chests were nearly touching. I should have been relieved he was wearing a T-shirt and sweats and that I was fully dressed, but the lack of skin on skin irritated me. If this was the only chance I got to taste him, touch him, I didn’t want to squander it.
But I needed to make this about Christopher. About what he needed, deserved.
Instead of covering Christopher’s mouth again with mine, I leaned in and let my nose brush against his as I took in his scent.
“Oranges,” I murmured as I lowered my mouth enough to kiss the left side of his mouth. “My favorite,” I added as I trailed my mouth down Christopher’s chin, then his throat.
Christopher tipped his head back to accommodate me. “I, um, usually get the—”
His words were replaced with a gasp as I closed my lips over his pulse point and sucked gently. It wasn’t until I began retracing my path back to his mouth that I reminded him of what he’d been about to say. “You usually get the…?”
Both of Christopher’s arms were now around my neck, and he was nearly straddling one of my thighs, so I could feel the little tremors that were snaking throughout his body.
“Huh?”
I let the arm I’d had around his waist drop enough so I could support his thigh. But it wasn’t until I stopped kissing him that Christopher opened his eyes, which were mixed with disappointment and confusion.