Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 103102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“I have one, too.”
“Oh. Good.” She settles into my lap. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“You fooled me.” I bring my hand to her cheek.
She looks down at me, vulnerability and desire in her eyes. “I fool everyone. They think I’m this perfect, put-together person, but I’m not. I have problems, weaknesses, the same as everyone.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
I think so.
“No. I don’t want to talk anymore. I… Let you lead. Okay. I can do that. But first—” She leans down and brings her lips to mine. A soft brush. Then a harder one.
I pull back with a sigh. “Deanna.”
She digs her fingers into my hair. “I love the way you say my name.” She looks into my eyes again. “Like it feels good on your tongue.” She shifts her hips, rolling her pelvis against me.
Her softness against my hardness. Only the rough fabric of my jeans and the thin cotton of my boxers in the way.
It’s too much. Far too much.
But it gives me the hint of restraint I need to do this right.
I pull the rubber from my back pocket and place it on the dash.
She looks down at me as I look up at her. There’s an intensity to the eye contact. To the desire in her green eyes.
She’s beautiful, yes, but that’s not why I want her. And she’s sexy as sin, but that’s only a part of it.
There’s something inside her that fits something inside me.
The emotional. And the physical.
Every ounce of the physical.
Desire rolls through my body as I pull her into a kiss. It takes everything I have to stay soft and slow, to stay patient.
This is what I want, to ease her into it, to tease her until she can’t take it anymore.
But, well—
I might have to cop one of her moves, make a strategic choice to do things faster. Since I didn’t make the strategic choice to rub one out before this.
It’s been so long since I’ve wanted someone this much, since I’ve needed this kind of restraint.
No. I’ve never wanted someone this much. And I’ve never felt this unrestrained.
She tastes so good, like Deanna and lime and possibility. The hesitation in her posture dissolves as she kisses me. Abandon takes over.
That’s the only word that explains it. She kisses me like she’s trying to take something from me and give something to me. Like she’ll die if she doesn’t find what she needs, like I’m the only thing she needs.
She’s intense and purposeful, the way she is everywhere.
Firm and yielding.
Determined and playful.
The Deanna I adore everywhere is the woman I want here. And I do adore her everywhere. The feeling spreads through my body, competing with desire, then mingling with it, forming something deeper and purer and stronger.
I need her lips, her hips, her sex, her orgasm, her affection.
Everything she has.
All of it.
She pulls back with a sigh. “Take this off.” She undoes the top button of my shirt. “Please.”
“Can you let someone else lead?”
“I said please.”
I smile.
She laughs.
For a moment, the car fills with the sort of awkward energy I imagined at the park. The strange situation, the difficult posture, the limited space.
Then she curls her hand around my neck and all that awkwardness dissolves into need.
I need her. Here. Everywhere.
I don’t take off my shirt. I bring my hand to her hip and pull her body into mine.
She kisses me hard, her tongue circling mine, her need mingling with mine.
My fingers brush her pelvis. Then lower. Lower.
There.
The soft flesh I need.
She gasps as I draw a circle against her clit. She places her hand over mine, guiding me to the right pressure, the right speed.
She groans against my lips as we hit it. “River.” She pulls back with a gasp. She digs her nails into my shoulder.
Then it’s the button of my shirt. The first two. Enough that she can press her palm against my chest.
Her hand feels good against my skin. Like it belongs there.
We belong here.
Right now, I only need one thing and that’s Deanna Huntington coming on my hand. And then on my cock.
I bring my lips to hers and work her with those slow, steady circles.
This time, she dissolves into me, sinks into me.
I lead and she follows. We stay together in that perfect rhythm, with just the right pattern. We move together, again and again, as her nails sink into my skin and her moans dissolve on my lips.
She’s almost there.
Right where I need her.
I work her exactly how she needs me.
Her nails sharpen in my skin.
Her groans vibrate down my throat.
“Fuck.” She pulls back with a sigh. “River.” She knots her hand in my hair. “Fuck.”
Her eyes flutter closed. Her head falls to one side. Her brow furrows. Her lips part.
Then every part of her expression releases into a waterfall of bliss.
She’s beautiful here.