Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
She wiggles her right wrist, so I let her pull it free, and my lungs expand when she brings it to my hair, gliding her fingertips along the faded sides.
“Do it,” she says.
“Do what?”
“Exactly what you’re thinking about doing. Do it.”
Heat swims in my gut, my eyes moving between hers. “What makes you think I’m thinking of doing something?”
One of her shoulders lifts along the pillow, but the brown in her gaze brightens by the second. She knows I want something, and the thing is, I’m not sure she cares what it is.
She wants me to have it regardless.
Until your deal is done…
“You told me no.”
“You’re not thinking now what you were then.”
“And if I was?”
Her lips spread into a wide smile. “You’re not, but I’m getting hungry, so you better decide before I climb out of your bed and—”
My mouth shuts her up, and she moans against my lips, gasping as they fold over hers, coaxing them apart so my tongue can swipe inside.
Every muscle in her body eases beneath me, and my forearms fall to the comforter, drawing me closer. I kiss her slowly, and she follows my every swipe with one of her own. She presses on my chest, and I flex my pecs against her palms, leading her to dig her nails into me.
I revel in the feeling, wanting to tear my shirt over my head, but not when she’s this close and touching.
“I want to make you come.”
Her lips curve around mine, and she kisses me back harder. When she nudges me this time, I roll, ready for her to climb back on, to ride me like she did before, my sweats far less restricting than my jeans were last night.
Flat on my back, I’ll feel her shape against me, might even get her juices to seep through a little more to coat my skin.
Davis jumps off the bed so fast, I have no chance of catching her.
I fly up on my elbows, glaring at her as she books it for the door, but freezes there with a laugh.
“You running is equivalent to the word no. I don’t like either.”
“I bet you don’t.”
“Davis.”
“You can do whatever you want to me, Crew,” she promises.
My mind fucking sings her sweet, sweet symphony, and I go to stand, but she holds a hand out, freezing me on the spot.
I glare again, and her smile is fucking teasing, her hair a flirty little mess, shirt hanging half off her shoulder.
Too fucking beautiful.
“You’re pissing me off, Sweets. No isn’t allowed anymore.” I probably sound like a psychopath, but I’m not sure I care. Scratch that, I don’t care.
She broke the seal. She should know what follows.
Davis couldn’t possibly be having more fucking fun right now. “Say yes to me, and I’ll always say yes to you.”
“I’m trying to make you dead on your feet. I will give you double. I’ll keep going until you can’t take it and beg me to stop. Let me.”
“I will let you.” Her desire seeps into her tone, and my cock is thrilled, twitching, but then she says, “When you let me lower to my knees for you.”
My expression snaps so quick, she throws her head back in a loud laugh, and now, all I want to do is bite on her a bit.
My dick grows hard, sticks straight up, begging me to give her what she wants, but if I do, that’s one less thing she needs me for.
I want to keep her as long as she’ll let me.
I push to my feet and approach her slowly, much to my surprise, she doesn’t run.
There must be something in my gaze that screams I need to come and come now, because her eyes fall to the swell in my sweats. Her lips part, and she toys with the necklace around her neck.
My hand disappears beneath my boxers, and I grip myself, groaning instantly, and she quickly looks up.
“Sweets,” I moan, dragging my thumb across her lips as I slowly stroke myself.
She begins to pant, opens her mouth to speak, and then I close my door and drop against it.
It takes her a second, but she lets out a little growl.
“Crew Taylor, I swear to God!”
“Keep talking. It will help.” I smirk as I continue to pump myself.
Her little stomps follow, and I don’t stop.
I lick my lips, tasting hers, and push my sweats beyond my hips. My cock swells and flexes, thoughts of her tight little heat wrapped around it. The vein throbs, and my hips buck.
Her sweet little whispers swirl in my mind, and I don’t hit the pause button until I’m slick with sweat.
I come quicker than I should, and when I’m done, I can’t help the smirk that follows.
She wants to play keep-away; I’m game.
Let’s see who begs first.
Davis
God almighty, why did I think a no-touch zone would be fun when all the touching makes everything so much more fun?