Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Whatever,” he grumbles before he gets out and rounds the front of the vehicle, coming over to my side.
I’m not sure what he’s doing, until he opens my door, and for a second, I sit there, staring at him, wondering how the hell this man is real and what flaws he’s hiding because nobody can be this perfect.
He extends his hand, and I take it, hopping out of his raised-up truck. I’m not short, but in his truck, I feel like I am.
“Are you, um … coming in?” I ask when he walks with me around the back of my parents’ house and past the pool, stopping in front of my door.
“No, Taylor will be home soon, and while she’s left to her own devices when I have to work my shifts, I like to be home on the nights I can be.” He reaches out and tucks a few wayward strands behind my ear. “I just wanted to walk you to your door, so I could do this.”
He leans down and captures my mouth with his, his tongue sliding past my parted lips and uniting with mine. It’s only meant to be a kiss good night, but once his mouth is on mine, I can’t help but crave more. It’s like Shane has opened the door to my hormones that I kept locked away for too long, and now, my body is desperate for his touch, for the connection I feel when I’m with him.
As if we’re both on the same page, Shane reaches down and lifts me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist at the same time my arms wrap around his neck as he walks us inside.
It’s dark, and he bumps into the couch and then the table, making us laugh.
“I need you now,” I murmur against his lips.
He nods in agreement and then sets me on my kitchen island, where we proceed to rip each other’s clothes off. Once we’re both naked, he thrusts two fingers into me while I trail kisses along his neck, sucking and licking along his flesh.
It only takes less than a minute before I’m coming all over his skilled hand, and then he’s replacing his fingers with his hard length.
“Fuck, Sour Patch,” Shane moans as he fills me inch by delicious inch, until we’re connected in the most intimate way. “I was addicted to you before, but now …” He shakes his head. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
Before I can say anything in response, he pulls out and then thrusts back in, damn near taking my breath away. The counter is smooth, and my ass slides back and forth along the surface as Shane fucks me fast and hard.
With him holding on to my hips, I pull his face back down to mine, kissing him like I need his air to breathe. And in many ways, I do.
In such a short amount of time, he’s come to mean so much to me. He saw me drowning in the darkness, and instead of walking away, he refused to leave me there. I tried like hell to push him away, but still, he stayed, and every day, he coaxed me toward the light, one foot at a time, until I was on the other side of the door with him, the sun shining down on us.
“Shane,” I choke out, breaking our kiss so I can look at him.
I don’t know what I want to say. My feelings are all over the place. The brightness nearly blinding me. But of course, Shane understands without me having to say anything. Because he gets me.
“I know,” he murmurs, leaning in and nipping my bottom lip before looking at me. “I know.”
With our eyes locked on each other, we both find our release, and maybe it’s because I’ve finally accepted that I have strong feelings for him, but it feels like this time is even more intimate, like I’ve bared not only my body, but also my soul to him. And he’s done the same to me.
Once we’ve both come down from our high, he carries me through my bedroom and into the bathroom. With me still in his arms, he manages to turn on the water and then steps into the shower. Only then does he set me down and proceed to wash my hair and body.
When it’s my turn to wash him, I take my time, exploring every inch of him. Both times we’ve been together were in the heat of the moment, so I didn’t get a chance to appreciate his body.
“Keep touching me like that, and I’ll be fucking you against the wall in here,” he says, his eyes filled with a mixture of mirth and lust.
“You have to get home to Taylor,” I remind him.
Once we’re out of the shower, he gets dressed in the clothes he was wearing, and I throw on an old shirt and sweats.