Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
“I think I might want that, too. But it’s been a long time since I kissed anyone.”
“I’ll go slow.” Anticipation thrummed through him. “You can stop me whenever you like. And when I’m done, we’ll talk some more. There’s no sex on the table tonight. I want you to have time to decide if you’re willing to connect that way with me.”
She was staring at him like she was memorizing his face.
He brought her hand up, shifting his until they were palm to palm, looking each other in the eyes. Connection. That was the word that mattered. He was connecting with her in a way he hadn’t ever before. “But you should know that I thought about you all last night. I think you’re gorgeous and sexy, and getting to know you better only makes you more lovely to me.”
“I thought about you, too. I want to touch you the way you touched me.”
Fuck. His cock hardened painfully. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He was on edge after a rough day. He wouldn’t last long if she squeezed him in that soft hand of hers.
She bit her bottom lip, and then a challenging look came into those crystal eyes of hers. “Then we should negotiate. You want a kiss, and I want the same chance you had. I want to see if I can make you come.”
“There is zero doubt in my mind that you can make me come.” And then it hit him. There was doubt in hers. This gorgeous woman sitting on his lap was unsure of herself.
Or she was playing him, but he wasn’t sure she was capable of that tonight. She was tired, and the day had been hard on her. What if she wanted to give him something? What if she needed to feel like she was necessary, too?
“I want my kiss first because I’ll probably come in your hand and then you’re going to think it’s gross and then my kiss gets lost.”
All of her hesitancy evaporated, and she was the aggressive one now. It was a good thing. He wasn’t the kind of top who had to be in control every second of every experience. He’d seen nothing that told him she was anything but submissive during sex. She wanted him, and she felt comfortable enough with him to take it from him.
She wanted to give, but in giving she would take something for herself. She would get a little of her confidence back.
She kissed him, her lips brushing over his, and a wildfire lit in his system.
This was where he’d wanted to be all fucking day. He’d wanted to shut the world out and take it all down to just the two of them. In this moment her past didn’t matter. His job didn’t matter. All the things that came between them were gone, and all that mattered was this electricity that happened when they focused on each other.
He let her explore for a moment, soft lips rubbing across his as her hands found his shoulders.
The minute he felt the tentative touch of her tongue, he almost lost control. He had to force himself to stay still because his first instinct was to flip her over and get between her legs. He wanted to press her back against the couch and rub his cock against her.
But he’d promised to give her time. He was sure she’d had a hundred guys who got inside her the minute they could. He wanted to be the guy who drew her in, the one she begged for, and not the other way around.
Still, he couldn’t resist the call of her. When her tongue breached his lips, he followed her lead and deepened the kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her, bringing them chest to chest. Her breasts crushed against him as she tightened her hold, and the kiss threatened to go incendiary.
He kissed her for the longest time, losing himself in the feel of her body against his. She was so soft, her every curve calling to him, tempting him to go further. Instead he let himself indulge in the simple act of kissing. He gently took the lead, and she followed him with perfect ease. Every rolling caress of her tongue felt right and good, like they’d been doing this forever. They didn’t need that awkward time when they figured each other out physically. They simply fit together.
When she moved up, her eyes were lit with satisfaction as though she’d found the kiss every bit as fulfilling as he had. And there was an impish glow to her expression he hadn’t seen before.
“Is it my turn, Sir?”
She wanted this. He could see it plainly. She wanted to see if she could affect him the way he had affected her. He liked this playful side of her. It contrasted with the soulful shy side and made him wonder what other parts of Vanessa he hadn’t seen yet.