Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“If we don’t get in the car now, this date is going to go from us going out to me carrying you back upstairs,” he says, kissing me again, and my mouth opens for him. My hand goes to his waist as I hold his jacket that feels like silk in my hand.
“I, for one, will not say no,” I say, and he looks at me. “I know that you want to take me out. I know that you want to give me this.” I lean in now and kiss his neck right inside the open collar of his shirt. “But this, just being with you, is”—I shrug—“well, it’s everything.”
“If you could plan this date, what would you want?” he asks, and I get even closer to him. His hand falls from my face and wraps around my waist.
“You won’t be mad?” I ask him, and he shakes his head. “Well, it would be me and you.” I look up, and our eyes meet. “Your bed.” I look down. “And lots of penalty shots.” The hockey lingo comes out as I try not to sound like a horny girl who just wants him for sex.
“So if I understand this …” he says, “you want to spend the night in bed with me?”
“Yes,” I finally whisper while my heart beats so hard in my chest that I’m sure he could probably hear it. My mouth is dry, and it feels like I have sand in the back of my throat.
“You won’t feel like I’m treating you like a—” I put a finger to his mouth to stop him from talking.
“I’ll feel like you want to spend time with me. I’ll feel like you want me all to yourself, and I’ll feel more special than if you take me out to show me off.” I swallow now, and it’s almost as if I have a lump in my throat.
His hand falls away from me, and I suddenly want to kick myself for being so open. I should have just gone with him and had the romantic dinner that he probably spent a lot of time planning. He takes my hand, and I’m waiting for him to open the door, but instead, he walks back to the elevator. But he’s not walking slowly; he’s almost speed walking, and it’s taking all my concentration to keep up with him and not fall on my face. The elevator somehow opens as soon as he presses the button. He walks in and presses the button for his floor, and then he turns and presses me into the wall. “I promise you that we’ll do all the hearts and flowers date soon.”
I take a deep breath, and the ping of the elevator makes us both look at the door as it opens on his floor. He moves away from me and lets me walk out, and when I get to his door, he takes the lead. He grabs me by the hips and turns me around, scooting down so we are at eye level.
“Everything,” he says right before he takes my mouth in a hungry kiss. One hand grabs the handle of the door, and when it opens, we stumble inside, our mouths never leaving each other. My hands peel his jacket from his shoulders, and he presses me into the wall by the front door. He lets go of my lips the same time his hands go to my hips, and he slowly raises the skirt while he kisses me right behind my ear where he knows it makes me shiver. I moan, closing my eyes, and just take in his hands on my bare legs and his tongue sucking in while he takes little nips of my earlobe. My hand pulls his shirt out of his pants, and I think I’m panting, or maybe it’s just echoing in my ears. His hand goes around my waist, and he carries me to the wall next to his bedroom, and his cock is right where I want it. Except too many layers of clothes are between us.
“Too much,” I say, and he stops and looks at me. His eyes almost looking black. “Too much clothes,” I say. He puts one hand on the back of my head and pulls me to him, nipping my bottom lip, and when I gasp, his tongue enters my mouth. My hands slowly work on the buttons, and the kiss gets rougher. It’s all tongue, teeth, and hands.
He unzips my dress, the sound lost in the heavy pants of our breath. He peels the dress from my shoulders at the same time I push his shirt off him. His mouth goes to one of my nipples while the dress hangs on my hips. My back arches off the wall, and he picks me up. While he bites my nipple, he walks to his room. I swear I’m about to have an orgasm, and the only thing he’s touched are my breasts.