Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
He sinks his fingers in deeper, and I gasp for air just before he kisses me, stealing the last few shreds of common sense I had left.
It feels like too much to have so much of his attention focused on me, but it’s like he wants me like this, completely at his mercy, rolling my hips up to meet his hand, fidgety, needy, totally on edge.
His mouth and his hand are savage now. His lips. His fingers. His teeth. It’s all a blur. I feel so consumed. I’m hot, hotter, hottest—and then I come apart, crying his name like I’m almost in pain. Those little flashes of light behind my closed lids, the tendrils of pleasure lashing through me. Cole sees it all, the purest part of me, and when I’m done and I blink my eyes open and stare at him, I think I recognize love in his gaze. But then he kisses me again, tender and sweet, and when he pulls back, he assesses me with a lazy smile.
Now here is where we would continue. I mean, some could argue that we absolutely have to continue. He’s supposed to crawl up over me and sink into me and we’d go at it all night long.
And for the record, I do argue for it.
When he stands up to go into the bathroom after my orgasm to end all orgasms, I sit up, confused.
“Wait, what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Don’t you want to . . . y’know?”
“Not tonight.”
“What?! Why not tonight?”
He doesn’t answer, so I’m forced to scramble off the bed and follow him. He’s at the sink washing his hands. Then he reaches for his toothbrush like it’s any ol’ night! Gotta keep the chompers pearly white!
I blink fast, trying to piece together what’s happening. “Wait . . . are you a virgin?”
He’s trying not to laugh now. “Paige . . . it’s not that.”
He finally looks at me in the mirror, and though he just had me splayed out underneath him on the bed, the sight of me naked in the doorway still stops him in his tracks.
For the record, I’m wholly unperturbed by my nakedness. I have a good body. You don’t hike thirty-plus miles a week without having some kick-ass legs to show for it. And he’s seen all of me now. Felt it, too, so what do I care about being naked? Besides, I have more serious issues to contend with, like why Cole isn’t currently railing me on that bed.
“Do you have issues getting it up?”
He rolls his eyes and turns.
His li’l Cole is large and in charge, fully erect beneath his boxer briefs, thank you very much.
“It’s dumb,” he says, shaking his head and turning around to continue brushing his teeth.
“Say it.”
“Paige.”
I throw my hands up in protest. “I was just honest with you! I thought you said we weren’t going to pretend anymore. So tell me the truth.”
In the mirror, his eyes lock with mine. “I want to be sure you feel okay about what we just did. I want you to sleep on it.”
“SLEEP ON IT?!”
“I don’t want you to change your mind.”
CHANGE MY MIND?!
“That’s absurd.”
He doesn’t reply.
He starts to brush his teeth.
Oh, I hate him. I hate him. He doesn’t get to do that to me, to see me unravel like that and then shift immediately to his dental hygiene routine.
No.
I walk toward him, taking his shoulders gently in hand, and slowly turn him until he’s facing me.
“Paige,” he says around his toothbrush.
Ooh, I like the warning in his voice. There’s a sharpness to it that I can’t resist.
He wants me to turn an about-face and retreat, but I’m on a mission.
“What? I’m not doing anything.”
I am, though. I’m kneeling down and positioning myself at his feet, wrapping my hands around his thighs. The cold tile bites into my knees, and maybe I’ll be sporting bruises in the morning, maybe not. What do I care?
What should be a second warning never comes.
No, Cole’s already lost to the feeling of my hand cupping his length through his boxer briefs. Oh yes. No issues here. Everything is working just fine in this department, let me assure you.
I peer up at him from beneath my lashes.
His toothbrush is gone, forgotten. He twists around, spits his toothpaste out in the sink, and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He shouldn’t be as sexy as he is, damn it.
Now, I slide my hand up higher along his thigh until I can slip it underneath the pesky cotton that’s keeping us apart. I feel him first that way, hard as steel, soft and smooth. Blessedly thick. I work him up, pumping my hand a few times, just until his head lolls back and his eyes shut.
I can’t keep the delicious smile off my face. I’m evil, truly.