Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
“Now, the hard part is…” He slips his rough fingertips around to the small of my back, leaving pricking heat wherever he touches. “It’s going to be how to get these cock blocking little tights off your teasing little ass.”
He fumbles around between the flesh of my waist and the elastic of my yoga pants as fear rattles around inside me.
I don’t bother to think enough about why he wants my pants off, only that I don’t want him exploring too closely. I have always had a bit of a belly with a soft pooch, but right now, it’s getting a little more; and I’m so not ready to blow up that bridge with this marvel of a man that has taught me that my body is capable of carnal pleasure and romantic fantasies.
“Here.” I hear myself say as my newly awakened sex pulses and my nipples zip and zap as I wiggle onto my knees, a fire rages in the pools of darkness under his brow. “Just, it’s a little tight in here.”
He’s tugging at the waistband as I shift and lift one leg out at an angle, losing my balance and falling into the door as our fingers work the black yoga pants like some sort of stretchy Rubik’s cube until I’m out of breath and James lets out a rumbling sort of lusty chuckle.
“Every fucking thing about you turns me on. It’s taking every bit of my control not to rip those pants off and use your tight little virgin body as my personal relief station. But damn. Watching you struggle to get that wet pussy closer to my cock is an aphrodisiac of the highest order, baby.”
“I’m new at this and I feel like I’m a duck on roller skates.”
“Ice skates, baby, ice skates.” James reaches down as I grunt and pull the yoga pants down over my rear as he yanks both my cowboy boots off, letting them drop to the floor of the truck with a thump. “Jesus, I’m about to eat these fucking pants off you; I need to calm the fuck down for a second.”
He takes them in his fists and tears them the rest of the way over my feet, moving my body from side to side like a toy until I’m bare from the jersey down.
“Oh fuck, yes, so much yes.” He mouths into my neck as he pulls me against his lap, my soft wetness splayed onto the savage steel under his jeans. “I need to be honest.”
“What?” I hiss, my breath catching as the friction starts to cascade. I scoot myself closer, closer until my jersey-covered tits are close to being earmuffs and I rock myself up and down as his fingers curl around the curve of my ass, digging in, urging me up and down, up and down. Then back and forth.
“I’ve never made out in a car. Or truck. You’re my first.”
“You already know you’re mine. I’ve never done anything. This is making me wonder if I went to sleep last night and woke up as the happy hooker or something. I’ve never, even…” I let my head fall back as I open my hips wider around him, tugging at his shoulders as I ride him like my life depends on chasing down this new pleasure that’s exploding between my legs. “Never even wanted this. Anything, anyone, a kiss. Nothing, before now.”
“Before me.”
“Yes,” I pant, easing back to look at his beautiful face, shame covering me for wanting my stepbrother like this. For grinding myself against him, seeking the crescendo of this new lust that’s taken me by the throat and refuses to let go until I chase it to fruition.
“You’re making me a little crazy here, sis.” He reaches down between us, working the button on his jeans as I press myself against the base of the swollen hardness under the denim. “I need to feel you against me. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, okay?”
“I don’t know what I don’t want to do,” I say, so overwhelmed with the rage of emotions turning me inside out, I’m not sure I’d say no to him even if he turned into a purple elephant right now.
“Well, just know you can say anything to me, baby. In fact, if you don’t tell me something that’s important to you, I’m going to give that apple ass of yours a new shade of red.” His words slip into my ears and settle someplace where I tell myself I’ll deal with them later, because he’s easing his hips up off the seat, wiggling and leaning me back until my back presses against the steering wheel. When I look down, he’s freed the savage beast and I can’t breathe.
“I—I—” I gulp around the choking lump in my throat, shifting back onto the hard plastic of the steering wheel, taking in what has to be the most beautiful instrument of pleasure and torture I could have imagined. “That’s…” I blink, focus, then look into his eyes, his brow tight. “I don’t know what word to use, but that doesn’t seem like it’s going to fit.”