Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Leandro knew he had to let her go this very moment. It was the only way to keep himself from getting her naked and horizontal. But before he did that, he had to do one last thing, just one more taste—-
“L-Leandro?” she whispered when their kiss broke off. But not a second passed before she realized that he was making quick work of her blouse. The next thing she knew, her blouse was completely unbuttoned, parting to the sides, and he was unclipping her bra.
“Le-aaaandroooooo...” His name turned into a moan as he plumped one breast reverently, taking the time to stare at it before he took her nipple into his mouth and started to suck. Hungrily. Like he was starving, and it was only her nipple in his mouth that was keeping him alive.
Her head rolled back and her nails dug deep into his back. It was so good. It was too good. She wished it wouldn’t stop, and she had to bite her lip hard when he moved to her other breast and did the same, sucking and sucking until her breasts felt so heavy and swollen, her body shaking in his arms.
Knock, knock, KNOCK!
“I’m getting desperate here, Bobby!”
But Leandro didn’t stop sucking on her nipple.
Oh God.
She had to swallow several times before she found her voice. “Umm, yes, I...I’m c-coming.” Leandro did not stop sucking, but she could feel his lips stretching...into a smirk. Jerk!
“You sure you’re coming?”
Leandro was laughing now. She dug her nails deeper into his back, but that only caused his shoulders to rock in silent laughter.
“Umm, yes. Five minutes.”
A pause.
“Well, he sure is good if he can get you to come in five—-”
“Elvira!”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming—-”
“ELVIRA!”
“I mean, I’m going.”
At the sound of receding footsteps, Leandro asked wickedly, “Are you, mégaira? Are you about to come?”
“Shut up.”
He kissed her hard and after, he bent down to squeeze her breasts and kiss her nipples tenderly, one by one, before getting her clothes in order. Bobby tried not to let her disappointment show as she found herself fully covered in a matter of seconds.
Leandro tipped her chin up. “Next time, we do this at my place.”
The finality of his words terrified her, and Bobby felt like he was asking – no, commanding – her to jump off a cliff and trust him to catch her. “I’m, umm...”
He kissed her again, more passionately this time, his tongue boldly pushing in, reminding her of the taste that she could not get enough of.
When he lifted his head to gaze down at her, a hard expression had settled on his gorgeous Greek face. “You can try to escape me, but it won’t work. I want you and I know you want me.” He murmured something in Greek, and seeing her frown, Leandro said simply, “You belong in my bed. It is your fate.”
Chapter Ten
Two days later, Bobby stood outside her dorm, trying not to be anxious as she waited for Leandro. She had many reasons to be nervous, but she was doing her best to ignore all of them. A small nagging part of Bobby still doubted Leandro, thinking he was too good to be true. She had already been a victim of a guy’s cruel play with her feelings once. Was she setting herself up for the same pain again?
And then there was her clothes. When Leandro had said he’d be taking her out to meet the other members of his biker club, she had impulsively gone shopping. She was wearing a leather bolero, tight-fitting top, and a new pair of jeans. She had drawn the line on wearing killer heels – that one would just have Bobby end up crippled – but she did buy new flats, too. Everything else in her closet looked like they had been around since ancient times.
An expensive-looking car slowed down in front of her. Bobby held her breath when the window rolled down – and expelled it again as she schooled her face into a blank expression. It was not Leandro. It was Blaine and Valerie.
“Off to a hot date?” Valerie jeered. “Maybe you managed to book a dirty old man for tonight’s gig?”
She said evenly, “Good evening to you, too, Valerie. There’s a new 7-11 straight ahead by the way.”
“What the hell am I going to do at 7-11?”
“Buy soap to wash your mouth? Your mother wouldn’t be happy if she learned how dirty it is.”
Bobby counted three full seconds before the insult registered.
“Babe, this bitch is saying you’ve got a dirty mouth.” Blaine rolled his eyes. “Just shows what a fucking bore she is. I love your dirty mouth.”
“Shut up, Blaine,” Valerie snapped without looking at her boyfriend. She was too busy glaring at Bobby with undisguised loathing.
Seeing that, Bobby asked seriously, “Can’t you guys just move on?” Sometimes, it seemed to her that Valerie had woken up one day wanting to hate on another person, and she had randomly chosen Bobby, who wasn’t even in the same school as her.