Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 209489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1047(@200wpm)___ 838(@250wpm)___ 698(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1047(@200wpm)___ 838(@250wpm)___ 698(@300wpm)
Because there wasn’t. There absolutely wasn’t.
This was stupid, this was dumb, but too fucking bad.
I snuck my hand between us, palming a spot on his rib, curling into his T-shirt like he might try and back away.
He didn’t.
We kissed and we kissed, and my breathing through my nose was rough, but I wasn’t about to pull away until I absolutely had to.
And when I did, I was panting, and Alex’s face was pink, and his eyes were heavy-lidded.
His throat bobbed hard.
“Okay,” I croaked.
He was still looking at my mouth.
“Okay?” I asked like an idiot.
That got him to lift his gaze, nostrils flaring.
Okay, okay. I’d been the chosen one. My job was done.
If he wanted to do it again… for practice, he would say something, wouldn’t he?
Wouldn’t he?
Since he didn’t tell me to come back, and he hadn’t found something else to focus on…
I had to get it together. Change the subject so I could think about something other than the way his tongue felt in my mouth, like he hadn’t minded at all. Like he’d actually enjoyed it. Like I hadn’t heard his faint groan.
But I couldn’t think about that anymore.
Not able to handle being the center of his focus, I zeroed in on that big hand, on the nice fingers stretched wide. I started poking at the sides of his palm. They felt normal. There was nothing about them that seemed all that different. When he didn’t move away, I started squeezing the sides of each finger.
He let me.
“So.” I tapped at the fingernail of his index finger before moving on to the middle one, pretending like my voice wasn’t all high and breathy and we hadn’t just been making out and my nipples weren’t hard. I knew he had to be aware I was turned on, but what was I going to do about it? I cleared my throat. I focused. “Do you wear your not-a-costume around the house, or do you change into it every time you need to bounce?”
His dry laugh made me glance up. He was smiling that faint little smile.
I smiled back weakly, still thinking about his tongue.
“I change into it. It only takes a second.”
I went back to messing with his fingers. He had just a little patch of hair by the first knuckle of each one. I grazed the pad of my finger over it. “I never did understand how you squeeze in and out of that thing. It was falling off you when we met. Is there a zipper hidden somewhere?”
Alex snickered. “No zipper.” He paused. “I’ll show you one day.”
I snapped my head up. “Really?”
“The things you get excited over….” The corner of his mouth curled. “Yeah, I’ll show you.”
I just wanted to mess with him. “Can I try it on?”
That got the reaction I wanted. He laughed. He straight fucking laughed.
“Yeah, it’d probably be too big for me,” I joked.
“You’re annoying.”
I focused back on his knuckles and started trailing my finger over each ridge. One little mountain after the other. “Spoiler alert: I don’t think you think I’m really that annoying.”
He didn’t say anything.
I peeked up self-consciously.
And that’s when he curled the hand I’d been messing with under my chin, drew my face up, and brushed that mouth over mine.
Alex kissed me some more.
And my heart, it took off long jumping that time.
Maybe it meant nothing. Maybe this was just two people who both liked affection. Two people who hadn’t allowed ourselves to grow attached to others. Two horny virgins.
Or maybe it was something else.
I didn’t know, but I would take what I could get.
I’d enjoy it for as long as I could.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
I was watching him.
Well, more like I was watching that tight ass move around the kitchen.
It was an obsession really. I tried to look away, I really did, but I couldn’t stop. I was weak.
My inner horny stalker had been unlocked.
Did his sweatpants have to be that tight?
Alex glanced over his shoulder as he brought a blue mug up to his mouth. He took a long, long sip of the coffee I’d watched him make with fascination—it was basically creamer with a splash of coffee. I’d never asked, but I bet if he could manage to only sleep a little bit and be fine, he didn’t need caffeine to stay awake. Must be nice.
“What are you staring at?” he had the nerve to ask.
Was there a point in lying? “Your butt. Where’d you get those pants anyway? GapKids?”
Alex bent his head, and the only reason I knew he was laughing was because he held the cup farther away from him.
He was still laughing as he glanced up at me, those bright eyes glassy. “I dried them on high heat too many times.”
I put my chin on my palm, feeling pretty much shameless around him. “I’m more impressed you do your own laundry than the size of your butt.”