Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Spirits full on soaring now, I reach beneath the table, resting my hand on her knee. “Me, too. The second we started talking on the dock, I just… I’ve never felt this kind of instant connection.”
“Me, either,” she says, her mouth parting in a way that makes her plush bottom lip look even more kissable. “And I’d love to keep feeling it, but you’re leaving. What if two dates is too much?”
“In what way?” I ask, my skin tingling as she reaches beneath the table, twining her fingers through mine.
“Enough to make us sad,” she whispers.
I hold her gaze, reluctant to do anything to make this incredible woman sad, but also completely unwilling to let go of her hand. “Well, we could have a safe word, I guess. If one of us starts feeling sad, we say the word and end the date.”
Her lips twitch. “Aren’t safe words usually for kinkier things than dates?”
I smile. “Yes, I think so, but I’ve never used them in a kinky way before.” I reach under the table with my other hand, curling it around the back of her knee through the silky fabric of her dress. “I’m pretty boring in bed.”
She laughs and her eyes start to glitter again. “Is that right?”
I nod in mock seriousness. “Yes. Terribly boring. That’s why I have to ply women with cookies and wine before I try to kiss them, just to add a little excitement.”
“But you forget, I kissed you before I had wine or cookies,” she says, leaning across the board.
“I didn’t forget,” I murmur, mirroring her lean.
“So, I know you’re lying,” she says, her lids dropping to half-mast. “You’re a very exciting kisser. I especially liked it when you made a fist in my hair and pulled me against you like you couldn’t stand a sliver of space between us.”
Blood rushing faster, I murmur, “I can’t stand it. It’s fucking awful. I want you in my lap right now. Or, better yet, with your legs wrapped around my waist while I carry you to the bedroom.”
She bites her lip and a hint of anxiety flickers across her features again, but it’s gone by the time she says, “Okay, but don’t you dare disturb the board when you pick me up. I intend to finish kicking your ass in chess as soon as we’re done kissing.”
“You’re not going to kick my ass,” I say, smile stretching wide as I release her under the table and shove back my chair. “I’m going to have you in checkmate in three moves.”
“Lies,” she says, coming eagerly into my arms when I reach for her, scooping her up and guiding her legs around my waist. “I’m going to have you in two.”
“You’re going to have me right now,” I assure her, kissing her hard, moaning as her fingers fist in my hair, claiming me the way I claimed her by the lake. We kiss hard and deep, our teeth bumping together beneath the skin as our tongues stroke and spar.
“Better than cookies,” she says, nipping at my bottom lip.
I return the favor, my cock swelling thicker behind my fly as her thighs squeeze tighter around me. “And wine,” I agree. “Can I take you to bed, Wendy Ann McGuire, and show you what a fan I am of every single inch of you?”
Her hands leave my hair, stroking over my shoulders as she pulls back far enough for her gaze to lock with mine. “Yes,” she says, the hunger in her voice making my fingers dig deeper into the soft swells of her ass. “Our safe word is dark matter.”
“Perfect,” I murmur against her lips as she kisses me again.
And she is perfect.
The way she clings to me as I lay her down on my bed and lengthen myself over her gorgeous body, the way she sighs and shivers as I unzip her dress, the way she blushes once she’s wearing nothing but panties, gazing up at me with fascination as I unbutton my shirt…she’s a dream come to life.
A dream I wish I could keep dreaming for a hell of a lot longer than one or two nights…
Chapter 3
Wendy Ann
This is happening.
It’s really happening, and God, I want it to keep happening.
The way he squeezes my backside as he kisses me, the way his tongue curls around my nipple, sending shock waves of hunger coursing across every inch of my skin…he makes me want him like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone before.
But the way he kisses me is also the sweetest, sexiest, most honest kiss I’ve ever experienced. And the way he checks in with me every few minutes to make sure I’m still on-board with what we’re doing goes straight to my heart. This man is a truly good man, and as such, he deserves the same goodness and honesty from me.