Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Whatever the hell was going on between them was getting deeper for her, and at the end of the day, when the time came, she’d have to decide how far she was willing to take it—and she didn’t mean just physically.
23
The rest of the week passed fairly quickly, and after the awkward lunchroom incident with Lindy, Keira really hadn’t seen her. Thank God.
And all Keira could think about anymore was what she wanted to do with Reese… and how far she wanted to go. She liked him… a lot, and those feelings were starting to blur into something she’d never experienced before. She didn’t know what it was. Lust? No, that didn’t seem right. Love? She didn’t know. She’d never been in love before. But what she was very aware of was how she felt for Reese, the emotions that churned inside her when he was near, the way her body had a mind of its own when he touched her.
God, she was confused, but it was the best kind of unknowing she’d ever experienced.
And he liked her—that was clear. He wanted her; that was evident by how he watched her, touched her, kissed her. But how deep did it go for him?
She stared at herself in the mirror, smoothing her hands down her jeans, feeling her heart race. Maybe she should talk to him about all this? In reality, that was the most straightforward, realistic option. But she was afraid, terrified to know that maybe his feelings weren’t on the same level as hers.
And it was that fear that had her keeping things to herself. But for how long?
Her parents had left this afternoon to spend the weekend at their vacation home a few hours away. Reese was picking her up so they could spend some time together, and what was currently at the forefront of her mind was she had the house to herself.
She’d be alone. Even Sharon had the weekend off.
The sound of Reese knocking on the front door had her heart kicking up in gear. She pushed the thoughts moving through her to the back, took a deep breath in, and opened the front door. He stood there looking so damn good, as always. Whether in the BMA school uniform, or a pair of jeans and plain black T-shirt, Reese Trenton was definitely easy on the eyes.
“Hey,” she said, her voice sounded way too sexual.
He gave her a half-smile, and before she knew what he was doing, Reese took a step toward her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her in. He had his hand on her nape, tilted her head back, and slanted his lips on hers. The sudden act had her eyes widening as surprise filtered through her, but God he felt good pressed against her.
He pressed his body harder against hers, and she took a step back. He followed her, mimicking her movements until she felt her back meet the wall. An involuntary moan spilled from her before she could stop it.
And as the kiss became more heated, as she felt every hard inch of him, something in her snapped. Keira found herself acting out of character as she slipped a hand between their bodies and started running her finger along the waistband of his jeans. Reese groaned roughly and kissed her harder. She ran her fingers over the hard, muscularly defined swatch of abdomen she came in contact with.
He pulled away. “Wait.” His breath was warm and smelled sweet, but there was tightness in it that made her think he was having a hard time controlling himself. Good, because she was right there with him.
He rested his forehead against hers, and they both breathed in and out roughly, his hands on her waist, his fingers digging into her sides.
“Why did you stop?” She could hear how needy she sounded.
He pulled back even more and stared down at her. His eyes were on her lips, and the fact that his pupils were dilated, as if his very arousal was this living entity inside him, changing him, having him losing it, turned her on even more.
“You don’t want to keep going?” She was all but panting, her pussy wet, her nipples aching so badly she knew if he touched them she might very well get off.
“If we don’t stop, I’m liable to do something we both may not be ready for.” He said the words, yet she could hear the heat and arousal laced within them. “I may not have the strength to stop, Keira,” he whispered the last part.
“Reese.” She slid her hands up his sides, over his bulging biceps, and curled her fingers on his shoulders. His muscles were hard and defined, and when she let her fingers dig farther into his warm skin, she felt his entire body tense under her touch. “I want this.” She rose on her toes, so her breasts were pressed against his hard chest. A small gasp left her at the pressure on her nipples now.