Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He peeled back the sides of my shorts and planted a kiss on the newly exposed skin just above the line of my lace panties. I threaded my hands through my hair, wanting to pull it out. The ache was unbearable, and his words were spun perfectly. I couldn’t argue with them.
His hot breath danced over my skin, while he hooked his fingers at the sides of my shorts, tugging them down. Over one hipbone, then the other side. He moved lazily, and it had to be for my benefit, giving me all the time in the world to shut him down. Instead, my body took command and I lifted my hips, making it easier for him.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He had my shorts around my knees, but froze like he hadn’t heard me right. “Okay?”
“One more date.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it, but was equally surprised when anxiety didn’t come. Whatever. Tonight, I wouldn’t worry about it, and tomorrow I could figure out what to do. I strived for a joking tone. “I’m in college, isn’t that what I’m supposed to do, experiment? Do all the stuff I’m not supposed to?”
His grin was sexy evil. He sat back on his heels, yanked my shorts off, and hurled them to the ground with force. And then his gaze settled on me, and the grin turned serious. It was cooling off outside, but my body hadn’t gotten the news. I felt flushed. My tank top was pushed up and my bra pulled down, exposing me, and now with my shorts off, only a thin pair of panties covered me. His gaze seemed to trace every thread of the black lace he’d revealed.
I was breathless. “What’s the likelihood someone’s going to wander by and see us?”
“We’ll hear them if they do and have plenty of warning.” He grasped my ankle and lifted it, and the action made my legs open to him. My pulse roared in my ears, and nervous, excited flutters tickled from inside as his lips brushed against my skin.
Jay kissed a line along my calf, and I bit down on my trembling bottom lip. His soft, warm mouth worked along my skin, heading toward my knee.
“You got my pants off in record time, Eighty-Eight,” I whispered.
“Pretty sure it was a team effort.”
It had been. I swallowed a gulp of air as his kisses marched along the inside of my thigh, and he settled down on his elbows, perched between my legs. I was nervous. Excited. A little terrified. “I don’t want to have sex.”
He had a face like someone planted a helmet square between his jersey numbers.
It was an enormous struggle to find the right words. “I don’t do that with someone unless he’s my boyfriend.”
The shock wore off and his face went blank. “I get it.”
The faint hum of the bugs in the trees dropped out. The breeze stopped, the stars faded, and the moon ducked behind a black cloud. It felt like the world stopped turning, because for the briefest of moments, I considered what it would be like having a Michigan football player as my boyfriend.
It’d be horrifying.
Maybe what I was thinking was clear on my face, because his mouth quirked up into a smile. “At least let me try out for it.” He coursed a hand up my thigh, coming to rest at the spot my leg met my body, and his tone was mischievous. “What skills do you need me to demonstrate?”
My face burned a million degrees. I wished I had a witty comeback, but his touch disabled thought. “We can do everything but sex.”
A pleased smile warmed his face. “Good. I want to go down on you. I’ve felt you come on my fingers, and now I want to taste you coming on my tongue.”
Whoa.
Every muscle from my belly button down clenched in response. Oh, I wanted that, but he seemed to be waiting for my consent. I nodded quickly. His face flooded with desire, and I’d never seen anything sexier. It was devastating, too much to look at, so I dropped my head back onto the blanket.
He touched me first. Jay’s fingers grazed over my center, massaging the damp lace, causing me to shudder. A moan leaked from my mouth as he increased the pressure. I throbbed against the fabric, beneath the pads of his fingertips.
His touch went away, replaced by his mouth, and the stroke of his tongue sizzled across my nerves. I was soaking, and could feel the tip of his tongue swiping through the lace. My back arched off the blanket, pulled up to the sky like I was a marionette and his mouth was plucking at the strings.
I cried out when he slid my panties to the side and licked me with nothing between us. My eyes had slammed shut, and sparks danced behind my eyelids, timed perfectly with his manipulations. My heart raced, pounding out a building tempo.