Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“Then touch me,” she pleaded, her words dancing over my lips.
I swallowed, gripping her to me even as I shook my head. “I’m too old for you.”
“I’m not asking you to marry me,” she combatted, and she ground herself against my thigh, trembling when she got the friction she was searching for. “I’m asking you to touch me.”
Fuck.
“Your brother will kill me,” I gritted through my teeth, but even as I said the words that should have made us both stop, my hand was traveling. I splayed my fingertips across her collarbone, her chest, trailing down until I felt the small curve of her breast.
I palmed her through her shirt, rolling my hard-on against her as she let out a simpering moan that I felt all the way to my toes.
My thumb roamed, running a line under the swell of her breast before I slid it over her hard nipple. I’d seen that fucking nipple pressing against the thin fabric of so many of her shirts, her dresses. The girl never wore a bra, and it damn near killed me.
But now, touching her, feeling her, hearing the sounds she was making…
I squeezed where I held her, one flawless handful, and we both let out low groans when I did.
I hadn’t felt like this since I was a teenager, since I was hooking up with a girl for the first time. Everything inside me buzzed with awareness of each place our skin touched. Grace looked down at where I thumbed her nipple through her t-shirt, pinning her lip before she threw the covers off from where they covered our heads.
She climbed on top of me with a renewed sense of confidence, lowering her mouth until it hovered just above mine.
“Do you tell my brother everything?”
She said it with a teasing smile, throwing my own words right back in my face.
But she didn’t close the distance, didn’t kiss me — not yet.
She waited, straddling my lap with her hands braced on either side of my head. One roll of her heat against my shaft had me seeing stars, and I gripped her hips like I wanted to stop her, like I had a fucking prayer of stopping anything now.
I tried to breathe, tried to find reason, tried to remember all the ways this could go wrong.
But with my hands on that girl, nothing else made sense but her.
And over the sound of my racing heart, I heard the distant sound of my moral compass shattering.
“Come here,” I growled.
One hand found the back of her neck, the other held fast to her hips, and I pulled her mouth down to mine.
Grace sparked to life under that kiss, under my touch, both of us hissing our next breaths like they burned as much as they healed. I was so hard my cock was threatening to break the zipper on my pants as I thrust it against her, reveling in the way she shook when I rubbed that sensitive apex of her thighs.
I fisted my hands in the fabric of her shirt like she was the bull I was about to ride, like I had any chance of taming the wild woman writhing in my lap. She met my bruising kisses with her own, and then she was kissing down my neck, biting the flesh just under my jaw.
“Fuck,” I cursed, and then I rolled, pinning her on top of the comforter with her chest heaving, eyes glittering, lips curling into a daring smile.
She was so beautiful it hurt — her hair splayed over that pillow, her tan skin against the white comforter, her slight frame wiggling against my grasp like she needed more. I knew before I even fully succumbed to her that no other woman in the world would ever measure up.
“Before we do this,” I warned, stopping only long enough to return the kiss she urgently pressed against my lips. “I need to know — are you still thinking about him?”
That made her still, confusion bending her brows. “Who?”
“Your ex.”
The words felt like hot coals in my throat. I didn’t want to think about anyone else touching her — not before me, not after. But I had to ask. I had to know before I gave in that she wasn’t still hung up on someone else.
Grace nearly laughed when it dawned on her, and she shook her head, wrapping her arms around my neck and lifting enough to kiss me.
“I wasn’t even thinking about him when we were… whatever we were,” she said. “He was nothing. You, on the other hand…” She traced my jaw with her finger, shaking her head. “All I ever think about is you.”
I closed my eyes, savoring the way it felt to hear her say that. If any of my logic was still here, I’d tell her she shouldn’t. I’d remind her of all the reasons this was a terrible idea.