Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
She turns to me, looking stunned. Panting, I whisper hiss, “How do I do sex?”
The shocked look on her face fades. She motions to the bed and smiles big, “Take a seat. We have much to discuss.”
***
Already in bed waiting for Nox, I smooth down the sheets, wanting everything to be perfect.
Tonight is the night I hand in my V-card. So it’s a pretty special day. I probably should’ve done something to mark the occasion.
Like bake a cake.
Or blown up balloons.
Streamers would’ve been nice.
Boo was damn excited about it. And, my goodness, the things she told me! I read erotica a lot, but when you have nothing to compare these things to, they become confusing. So give a girl a break!
Shaved legs?
Check.
Underarms okay?
I sniff myself.
Meh. It’ll do.
Brushed teeth?
Check and check.
And just as I reach down to adjust my underwear, Nox walks in. So I snap my hand up and out of the covers. But it’s too late.
Shit!
Nox’s eyes widen and he says, “Oh, please don’t let me stop you, baby. Keep going.”
Yep. It looked like I was touching myself.
My face flames and I bite out, “I wasn’t doing that.”
He creeps over to the bed, places a knee on the mattress, and leans over to me, murmuring, “It’s been a long fucking day and I need that mouth.”
Reaching up as he leans down, our mouths connect. He tangles a hand in my hair and kisses me deeper, groaning. Just as the kiss gets intense, he pulls away and says, “No. I don’t wanna get carried away. I need to shower, and if we keep this up I’ll be too lazy to do it later.”
He smiles down at me, “Is it okay if we pick this up in ten?”
My voice hoarse, I reply, “Ten minutes. Any longer and I’ll come in after you.”
Climbing off the bed, his eyes darken and become hooded. “Just try keeping me away.” He walks over to the bathroom and I land back on the bed with a plop.
This seduction thing is harder than I thought.
Chapter Seventeen
All systems go
Lily
As soon as Nox steps out of the bathroom in only a pair of white boxers, he comes straight for me.
Biting my lip, I’m suddenly nervous. The energy in the room just went from still to sizzling-hot in a mere second. And I’m turned on. Just from the sight of him.
As he strides over to the bed, I take him in. His dark, usually buzzed hair is a little longer now. Just enough to run your fingers through. Big, muscly arms, thick and strong legs, defined abs, broad chest and shoulders is enough to make me lick my lips in anticipation.
Nice.
Never in my life would I have thought I could get a man that looks like this…but, here we are.
Funny how things work.
The bed dips and he lies down next to me. Looking completely indifferent, he avoids my eyes when he asks in an overly bored tone, “Wanna make out?”
Reaching behind me, I grab hold of a pillow and bring it down on his head. His body shakes with silent laughter. Throwing the pillow off, he grabs hold of my wrist and pulls me to him. Sitting up, he sits me on his lap facing him. Eyes smiling, he says, “Hey.”
A small smile graces my lips. “Hi.”
His fingers play at my back, teasing the edge of my tank, stroking the sensitive skin there. I’m already getting antsy and we’ve just started. Remembering my mission, I decide I need to make a gesture for him to get the message.
Crossing my arms across my stomach, I grip the sides of my tank and lift it off, leaving me in nothing but a pair of black panties (thanks to Boo).
Nox blinks at my bare chest a while before his eyes hood, and he lowers his face into the valley between my breasts, nuzzling the flesh there. Sighing, I wrap my arms around his head and whisper, “I want you, Nox.”
His faces stills in my cleavage, his body tight.
Lifting his head, our eyes meet. He searches my face a minute before asking, “Are you sure?” Just as I’m about to answer, he adds, “’Cause it doesn’t matter to me. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You don’t have to do this for me.”
Smiling at the flush that appears on his neck, I take his face in my hands and kiss him sweetly. “I want to do this for me. Because I want it to be you. I always want to think back and know I chose you. It’s mine to give and I want you.”
Gripping my hips tightly, he loosens his hold and slowly runs his hands up and down my sides. Still not convinced, he whispers, “I won’t pressure you. Not ever.”
Rubbing the tip of my nose lightly against his, I whisper back, “You’re not. You’re being super sweet and I love that. But I want this. Really badly.”