Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Now.
“Fuck, Jo,” I growled, breaking free from the kiss for just a moment as she started fumbling with the buttons on my jeans. “I want you—need you. But not like this. Not right here.”
Her brows furrowed at the words, but only for a second before I stood up and helped her to my feet. If we were going to do this, I wanted to do it right. Not on the small, cramped couch.
I needed to see Joanne, to feel her—all of her—as our bodies pressed against each other.
And that couch just wasn’t going to cut it.
I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom.
The big four-poster bed still dominated the room, but it was my bed now, covered in my sheets and in colors that I had picked out. All of my dad’s old things were gone, either in storage or thrown out, and for the first time, I felt completely comfortable with what I was about to do in the room that used to belong to my father.
More than comfortable, actually.
I was ready. I was excited. And when Joanne looked up with those big, expressive eyes as I gently pushed her back against the bed?
Nothing else mattered.
My focus—my entire world—had narrowed to the woman in front of me. The sweet, funny, sexy-as-hell woman… who was still wearing way too many clothes.
As if she’d been reading my mind, Joanne quickly pulled her shirt up and shrugged out of it, tossing it aside without taking her eyes off me. Her face was flushed a delicious shade of pink, and it had traveled down to the top of her breasts, a stark contrast to the pale white skin that I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and touching.
I wanted to take my time, to savor each second, to memorize each line and curve of Joanne’s body. But when I saw how her eyes lit up at my touch, and when a tiny, needy whimper found its way from her throat, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
“I need you, Joanne,” I repeated. This time, though, I was ready to do something about it, to fill that need. “I need you naked. Now.”
Her hands moved to comply, but as much as I wanted to watch, I didn’t have the patience to wait. I made quick work of the button and zipper on her jeans, then hooked my thumbs through the waistband and pulled them down along with her panties in a swift motion that left her gasping.
“Yes,” I said, wrapping a hand around her as I leaned in for a kiss. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I could do this with you all day.”
She moaned a little and smiled against my lips. “I don’t think I’ll last all day. I want you inside me, Brady. But I need to tell you that I’m a virgin.”
“You are?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes, but I’m ready. I want you to take me.”
The words might have been meant as a warning, but it only served to fuel my urgency. Even though the last thing I wanted to do was to step away from Joanne, I knew it was the only way to get what I wanted. What I needed.
With a speed that even surprised myself, I stripped off my clothes.
The way Joanne slowly stroked her pussy as she watched me get naked, her sparkling eyes tracking every movement, made me want to forget about everything else and pounce on her right then and there. I had to remind myself that she wasn’t going anywhere. We had all night, and I wanted it to be as good for Joanne as I could make it.
Take your time.
Do this right.
Breathe.
With a calm sense of purpose that was at odds with my desire to have Joanne in my arms at all times, I walked around the bed to fish a condom and lube from the nightstand. I’d had—thank God—the foresight to stock up a few days before when I’d been at the town’s grocery store, and I planned on using as many of them as possible over the course of Joanne’s stay with me that night.
When I was finally—finally—back in front of her, it took every ounce of self-control I had to slowly unroll the condom and make sure I’d liberally coated it with lube before applying a little more to my fingers.
I wanted to do this right. Damn, the way Joanne was watching me, nibbling her lip as she stroked herself, was almost too much to take.
“Oh my God, Brady,” Joanne said, her tone more urgent than normal, “If you don’t fuck me right now, please, I might—”
I didn’t wait to find out what she might do. I quickly closed the distance between us, laying Joanne back on the bed as I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted her legs.