Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Her fingers thread their way through my hair as if to hold me in place. I’ve missed her gentle touch something fierce. It only makes my dick harder. Any moment, I’m going to explode in my boxers, which hasn’t happened since...well, never. It’s yet another indicator as to how this girl affects me. The truth of the matter is that she always has. Only now am I coming to terms with it.
Alyssa shifts impatiently, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I stripped her bare and mounted her, she wouldn’t stop me. No, she’d probably beg for it.
But then I’d be breaking my promise to take this at a gradual pace, and I refuse to do that.
If I’ve learned anything over the past couple of weeks, it’s that Alyssa will go into avoidance mode in the blink of an eye. She attempted to pull a disappearing act after both times we were together. So, I’m not about to give her a reason to turn tail and run from me for a third time. I need to remember that slow and steady wins the race—especially when it comes to this girl.
It’s with a shit-ton of regret that I allow her nipple to pop free from my mouth. Both breasts are rosy from all the attention. Unable to help myself, I pluck the tiny buds between my fingers, continuing to toy with them. Her eyelids feather close as she arches her back as if silently offering them up to me.
“I love your breasts.” I pluck at the stiff little nipples, pulling and tweaking them in tandem. It’s pleasure infused pain at its finest. What I love most is that this turns her on just as much as it does me. With one last playful tug, I release them.
If I don’t shift gears now, it’ll be too late, and I’ll end up spreading her thighs and doing exactly what I know we shouldn’t. “How about I run out and grab us some coffee?”
Alyssa blinks a few times as if that’s the last thing she expected me to say. “Coffee?” Her lips wrap around the word as if it’s foreign. “Now?”
“Yup.” I roll from the bed and stretch.
Her gaze roves over my body before settling at my groin. I glance down to see what has captured her interest and realize that I’m sporting a massive boner. Since there’s no shame in my game, I let her look her fill. Propped up on her elbows, she makes a pretty picture lying there all naked and flushed.
I really need to get out of here before I dive headfirst back into bed. I grab my athletic shorts and yank them up my thighs before tugging on my T-shirt. Now that I’m dressed, the situation feels less explosive. It’s like I’ve got a protective shield in place.
Once I’ve got my slides on, I retreat from the room. “Is a mocha frappe still your preferred drug of choice?”
Her lips tremble at the corners as she relaxes against the mattress. “Yeah, it is.”
There’s a sliver of comfort in the knowledge that while some things are completely different, others stayed the same.
“Okay. I’ll be back in fifteen.”
With that, I disappear from the bedroom and out of her apartment. I make a quick pitstop at my place and grab my wallet before heading to my BMW parked in the lot. As I slide behind the wheel and shove the keys into the ignition, the vehicle purrs to life. That’s three hundred and thirty-five horses waiting to break free under the hood. I rev the engine before pulling out and heading up the street about half a mile before swinging around the corner. There’s a little coffee shop off the beaten path where the locals stop for java. I have no idea if Alyssa has frequented the place, but I know her penchant for coffee, and I’m pretty sure she’ll enjoy it.
At this time on a Sunday morning, the shop is fairly quiet, and I’m in and out in a matter of minutes. All I want to do is get back to Alyssa so we can spend the day together. I don’t give a crap what we do. I just want to be with her. I want our relationship to feel like it did before I blew everything to shit, even if it’s just for a few fleeting moments.
As I park the convertible in the apartment building lot, I grab our containers of coffee along with the fresh-baked almond scone I picked up for Alyssa and head inside the lobby before beelining for the elevator. Normally, I would take the stairwell, but my hands are full. Using my elbow, I hit the button and wait for the car to arrive. Once it does, I hop onto the platform. I almost shake my head when I find myself whistling a little tune.