Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Of you?” I ask because it’s too tempting not to.
Her gaze skims over my bare chest before it slides down to my stomach. “You haven’t had your fill of me yet?”
The question is so ridiculous that I laugh again. “That will never happen.”
Her smile fades, as does the brightness in her eyes. She looks down at the slice of pizza she’s holding. “This is such good pizza.”
The shift from me telling her I want to fuck her for the foreseeable future to pizza is jarring, but I don’t push. I make my way to where she’s standing. I grab her hand and lift it to my mouth so I can take a bite of the pizza.
Her gaze is stuck to my face as I chew.
Once I’ve swallowed, I reach behind her to the almost full wine glass on the island and pick it up. I take a sip before offering it to her.
She shakes her head. “The pizza is better cold, don’t you think?”
I don’t give a shit about the pizza at this moment. I want to know why she’s using it as a shield. It’s become a barrier, blocking me from getting to the root of what she’s feeling.
I inch even closer to her to place the wine glass down before my hand drops to her bare thigh. “Tell me what you want, Opal.”
Her eyelids flutter. “Are you going to make me come again?”
“You want me to,” I state, convinced that she does by the movement of her hips and the trembling of her legs. “You want me to touch your pussy until you come on my hand.”
The crust of the pizza in her hand tumbles to the floor. “Yes, please.”
I’m on her then. I press against her, taking her mouth in a kiss that will leave her lips even more bruised than they already are.
I slide my hand up her thigh to feel how fucking wet she is. She’s practically dripping with desire.
I run my fingers softly over her core. “You’re sensitive.”
She nods, her breaths scattered and uneven. “So sensitive.”
“Just feel,” I whisper into her ear as I slide two fingers into her channel. “Let yourself go and just feel it all.”
37
Opal
“I need to go home,” I insist as William stands in front of me in his bedroom, wearing only the sweatpants he put back on after we made love one last time.
It was hours after he brought me to orgasm in the kitchen. I’ve never been that brazen with a man before. I rode his hand shamelessly while chanting his name. It was an incredible experience I know I’ll never forget.
I won’t forget a single moment of this night.
He nods slowly. “I can take you. I’ll call for a car.”
That would be the safest route, but it would mean that he’d know where I live. Beyond that, I know that by the time we got to my apartment in Manhattan, I’d be aching to crawl into bed with him again.
I can’t. I need to leave here now with at least a small portion of my willpower intact. I’m falling for him, and it goes far beyond the sex. This is dangerous emotional territory for me. I’m not ready for it. I’m not sure I’ll ever be.
I finish buttoning my dress. “Thank you, but I’ll get there on my own.”
I don’t look at his face to see his reaction. I can’t. I’ll fall apart inside if I see disappointment marring his expression, and if I don’t, I know I’ll feel even worse.
“Are you sure, Opal?” he asks, concern tainting his tone. “It’s late.”
“I’ll be fine,” I lie because I’m far from fine.
For over two years, I’ve been able to get into bed with a man, have fun, and walk away without looking back. That doesn’t feel possible now, even though I desperately need it to be.
I turn to search for my shoes. I kicked them off somewhere in this bedroom.
“I put them by the door,” William says. “Your shoes are by the door.”
I walk over to them and slip on the right one before I steady my stance with a hand on the doorjamb to slide on the other.
I take a moment to catch my breath before I turn to face him again. When I do, I spot the T-shirt I had on. It’s on the bed. That’s where William tossed it after he took it off of me before he fucked me from behind.
A reminder of what that felt like storms over me. I’m both aroused and panicked. I’ll never feel that again. I’ll never feel as connected to a man during sex as I did with William.
He steps toward me. His hands are fisted at his sides. It’s obvious he’s restraining his emotions. “Is everything okay? Did I hurt you? Did I do anything that made you uncomfortable?”