Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Please,” I beg, tearing my mouth from his.
“What do you need?” he asks, sliding his hand between us and finding my clit once more with his thumb.
“Harder!” I plead.
His eyes flash, but he doesn’t stop the slow, steady torture.
“Please.” I lift my hips, trying to force him to give me what I want.
“You want more of my cock?”
“Yes! Please fuck me!” I don’t know where those words come from, but as soon as they are out, his pace picks up and his mouth takes mine again. Kissing him back, I moan against his tongue.
He sends me over the edge, and I shatter into a million pieces.
Slowly coming back to myself, I blink open my eyes to find him completely still and looking down at me.
“This time, keep your eyes open and on mine when you come,” he says, lifting my back off the bed and settling back on his calves while positioning me so I’m sitting on his lap. He pushes one hand into my hair to keep my head in place and locks the other around my back, holding me flush against him.
“Oh . . . ,” I breathe as he moves his hips up into mine, sending a whole new wave of sensations through me.
Grabbing hold of his shoulders for leverage, I do my best to move my hips in sync with his. It’s hard to concentrate on what I’m doing, though, as he looks into my eyes like he’s searching for something. Needing to break eye contact, I try to kiss him. His hold only tightens, keeping my head in place as his hips jerk faster and his arm around my waist brings me down hard, forcing my orgasm closer.
“Wesley.”
“Give it to me.”
It’s as if his voice actually commands my body. I give in and let go.
With my eyes locked on his, I watch his heated gaze as his hips jerk.
“Mine,” he groans as he comes.
Releasing my hair, he tucks my face against his neck by pushing his palm against the back of my head. Holding me close. Making me feel safe and protected.
The sound of both of us breathing heavily fills my ears as his heartbeat pounds against the damp skin of my chest. Swallowing, I close my eyes, which are filling with tears.
I have no idea what the hell just happened. Well, that’s not true—I do know what happened, but sleeping with him again was so totally not part of the plan I came up with this morning.
“Fuck,” he whispers in a grated tone.
That brings me back to the situation at hand. I pull back and look at him.
“Um . . . ?”
“I didn’t use a condom.”
I blink at his statement as what he says sinks in. My pulse skyrockets.
“I’m clean. I get tested every six months—and I haven’t been with anyone in longer than that.”
“I . . .” I close my eyes, then open them back up. “Me neither. I . . . I’m clean, too . . .” I look away from him as his words replay in my head over and over, at loudspeaker volume, reminding me of how stupid I am.
“I’m sorry, gorgeous . . .” He gives me a tight squeeze. “I didn’t even think. I—”
“I’m not on birth control,” I blurt out, cutting off whatever he was going to say.
I see him flinch when he realizes what that could mean.
This cannot be happening.
I lift my hips away from his, mourning the loss of him as I do. I scramble out of his grasp and stumble off the bed, almost falling on my face.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
His sharp tone stops me in my tracks. I look up to find him sitting on the side of the bed—in all his perfect, naked glory.
“I have to go to work.” I pull nervously at my hair with shaking hands, then gesture between us. “This”—I swallow—“wasn’t a part of my plan . . .”
“Part of your plan?” His eyes narrow and hold mine.
I bite my lip, then shake my head. I wonder why the hell my brain and mouth are not cooperating with me.
I tie my hair back up into a ponytail and finally release my lip.
“I didn’t think you’d be home. I . . . I have to get to work,” I explain as I put on my bra, then pick up my panties and pants. As I put them on, I avoid looking at him again even though I can sense him watching my every move. I bend down to slip on my socks and sneakers, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him leave the room.
He comes back a second later, pushing a piece of paper under my nose.
“What’s this?”
“My number. Your cell’s dead, and you’re taking off again. I’m giving it to you so you’ll have it if something comes up.”