Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“I’m really glad I came here. Even though everything happened the way it did, I’ve always felt like this is home. Still do.” She changed the subject quickly. This wasn’t about any of that. She was a firm believer in things happened for a reason, and the ugliness she’d experienced with Jake had made her stronger, even in these short seven days. “You’ve always been there for me when no one else was, not even my parents.” She said it almost absentmindedly.
He didn’t speak, and she worried she might have said something wrong or overstepped her bounds. She tore her gaze from the stars and looked over at him.
“You know I’m always here for you. Always.” He stood and helped her up to stand, pulling her in a tight embrace.
Chloe couldn’t help letting herself fall into the hug. He was so strong that she knew he could make every bad thing disappear. He smelled like the wilderness that surrounded them, and she inhaled deeply. She wanted to imprint that scent in her brain so she would always have it.
“I’ll always be here for you,” he murmured again. He pulled her back slightly so they were staring at each other.
And as she stared into his eyes, Chloe felt herself getting lost. Unusual, foreign feelings rose up in her, ones that shouldn’t have felt as right as they did.
Arousal.
Desire.
Lust.
He held her, looked at her, and the heat she felt come from his body had her feeling dizzy.
“You’re so sweet.” His voice was low, so low she almost didn’t hear him.
He was so close all she would have to do was lean in and she could kiss him.
Kiss him? What was she thinking? But despite thinking that, she found herself lowering her gaze down to his lips, aching to do just that. When she glanced back up, she saw that he, too, was staring at her lips. The expression he held could have been interpreted a million different ways: arousal, fear, indifference, all of those filtering across his face in rapid succession.
It might be wrong, even inappropriate, but Chloe couldn’t deny how she felt about him. It was more than just loving Dominic; it was feeling protected and cherished. Maybe those feelings had always been there, waiting to be expressed.
She didn’t know, and she didn’t care, because they were here, ready, willing, and intense.
She was an adult, knew what she wanted, and didn’t care any longer what the result would be.
And when she leaned in those last couple of inches and pressed her lips to his, she felt how tense he was, how unsure he probably was when she ran her tongue along the seam of his lips. But after only a second, she felt his body soften. The deep, male groan he made had her nipples tighten and her pussy becoming soaked. When he opened his mouth and their tongues pressed together, she couldn’t help the small sound of pleasure that escaped.
He tasted good, so addictive. She’d never realized it could feel this way, so potent and intoxicating. Chloe tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss. The sound of glass shattering on the cobblestone patio when his bottle hit the ground vaguely penetrated her lust-infused brain.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shifted so that her legs rubbed along his. Dominic tensed once again, and she thought he might pull away or stop, but after a moment he kissed her more feverishly.
Tongues dueling and breath mingling, they were like rabid animals trying to get closer, needing more. The kiss was wild, uninhibited. He gripped her waist, his big hands holding her still as he claimed her. And that was exactly what it felt like. Then he was sitting back down and pulling her onto his lap until she was straddling his legs. Her skirt rode up, and his roughened denim scraped along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
It excited her further.
She moved closer to him and pressed her breasts against his hard chest. She could feel her nipples beading, becoming hard little points of pleasurable agony. When her pussy rubbed against his cock, pressed behind the fly of his jeans, he suddenly broke the kiss. They both panted and stared at each other. Never had she thought she would be doing this, but never had anything felt more right.
“Chloe.” His voice was gravelly and hoarse. “We can’t do this.”
She knew he was right, but despite all of that, she didn’t care. Why should she worry about what people thought? Not even her family gave a damn, never even acted like they wanted to know what was going on in her life.
She felt like this was right, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with being with Dominic.
“Dominic,” she whispered and leaned in, brushing her lips against his. Her pussy rubbed along his denim-covered shaft, and she felt it give a mighty jerk. Even through his pants, she could tell how big he was. It was slightly unnerving, but nothing on Dominic was small.