Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
But he wasn’t done.
His fingers worked the button and zipper of his shorts, and the fabric slid down his legs, exposing his gray underwear with a white waistband. There was a brand name I couldn’t read in small print scrawled across it, and the second his shorts hit the ground, he moved to step out of them.
I wasn’t prepared for the way he stalked toward me, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear that barely concealed anything. It was better than my fantasies and yet it made my anxiety spike.
Because this was happening and real, which meant it might not be perfect.
Oh, no. What if I was terrible? He might decide one time was enough, and I’d never get this again.
He cocked his head as he reached the end of his bed. “You’re looking at me like you’re dying.”
My voice was feeble. “I’m nervous.”
He exhaled a deep breath. “Don’t be. It’s going to be fun.”
The bed jostled as he sank a knee on the mattress and climbed on, crawling on his hands and knees until he was lying on his side beside me. Then he reached over and trailed his fingertips down the center of my chest. His touch was just a whisper, and goosebumps lifted on my arms in response.
The way his fingers slowly glided across my skin was sensual, and my eyes hooded as he carved a path down past my bra and onto my bare stomach. I didn’t know how to deal with this gentle, tender version of him. It was too much, and he made it impossible not to fall into my feelings for him.
I reminded myself again that it wasn’t allowed, and like all the other times, it didn’t do any good. It’d been foolish to think we could be friends with benefits and that I wouldn’t want more, especially when I’d already wanted more for years.
As his fingertip drew circles on my trembling stomach, he leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine. Maybe his intent was to be sweet, to keep us on a slow and steady track, but once again, he’d underestimated the power of our kiss. I slid closer, matching his intensity, which made him escalate. Like me, he was competitive, and he fought to stay on top of the kiss.
To stay in command.
Except there was no way to control what was happening between us.
The tenderness in him was crushed under a powerful need, and he shifted on the bed, moving so he was over me and my legs wrapped around his waist. The kiss shifted too.
It grew hotter. And dirtier.
I took in air in shallow bursts as his seductive mouth moved down the side of my neck and on to the edge of my bra. His hands slipped around me and beneath my back, urging me to arch so there was room between me and the mattress.
It was kind of nice when he struggled to undo the hooks at the back of my bra. It had to be awkward not being able to see what he was doing, plus there wasn’t a lot of space to work with.
But then the tension in the band was gone, and his hurried hands pulled the bra down off my shoulders. The straps dragged along my arms as he tugged it all the way off and threw it over the side of the bed.
The second I was topless, it was like something inside him snapped. There was a desperate urgency he could no longer fight, and his rough hands seized my breasts. He squeezed and pushed them together, making it easier for him to run his tongue from one nipple to the other.
“Oh,” I gasped at the sharp sting of his playful bite, but . . . was it weird I liked the sensation? I clamped my legs tighter around him, making his hip bones dig into the insides of my thighs. I threaded my fingers through his thick hair, trying to get him to do it again, but I wasn’t fast enough.
Preston was on the move, leaving a trail of hot, damp kisses down my stomach.
My chest rose and fell dramatically as he inched closer to the last scrap of fabric covering my body. I’d never been completely naked in front of him before, and I snagged my bottom lip between my teeth to hold back an anxious whimper.
He backed off the bed so he was kneeling at the end of it, and when I lifted my head to stare down at him, my heart stopped. His expression dripped with so much desire, it was indecent.
It loudly announced what he was planning to do, and promised I’d like it.
But what he didn’t like was how high up I was lying on the bed, so he grasped my ankles and jerked me closer to him. I gasped as I slid across the silky comforter, stunned at the action but also by how much I enjoyed being manhandled.