Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
My thighs clamp together. My panties are soaked. The need inside me is so strong it’s painful. Charles won’t even put a dent in it.
Slumping down on the kitchen floor, I grab my phone from my purse. I start to text him but stop.
No. I can’t stop. He has to know.
I wanted you to kiss me.
I type it as fast as possible and press send. It takes him three minutes to respond, but those three minutes feel like an eternity.
I know. Next time, ask me.
7
DAWSON
I should have just kissed her. Why didn’t I kiss her?
I’ve been sitting in my car down the block from Evie’s apartment for the last twenty minutes, my fingers knotted around the steering wheel, knuckles white from the pressure.
I was trying to be a gentleman. My whole life I’ve been in control. Whether it’s business or personal, I’m in control of any room I enter. But this girl…Christ, she’s got me strung so tight I can barely think straight.
Her text, “I wanted you to kiss me,” stares up at me from my phone’s screen, burning a hole in my chest. The opportunity was there, and I didn’t take it.
My primal urges are overflowing. My cock was hard all through dinner and is still throbbing as I think about just how goddamn sexy she looked.
Perfectly fitted jeans and a top that I wanted to tear to pieces just to see what was underneath. I’d bet she’s a C-cup—perky and plump—and she had no bra on tonight. Her nipples were hard as she sat next to me, and it was all I could do just to get through my dinner without putting my hands on her.
Of course, I did put my hands on her...but it was just my thumb on her thigh. And when I felt the warmth radiating off her, I nearly busted in my pants.
I want to take her. Ravage her. Hold nothing back.
But she’s innocent. She has to ask for it. Truly show me that she wants it.
I was watching her all dinner. Learning her. The way she fidgets when she’s nervous, the way her breathing changes when I got close, how she looks away when I hold eye contact too long.
The way her eyes go wide and her pupils dilate when I say something commanding.
That’s what she wants. She’s just never met a man strong enough to shower her. That’s me. She’s wired for me.
Something Reese said to me in passing suddenly enters my mind. “You know, Evie has a drawer full of toys and no social life.” I didn’t really pay much attention to it at the time—I was too busy thinking about contacting Evie—but now I wonder…
Was she really saying what I think she’s saying? Has Evie substituted a vibrator for an actual boyfriend? Such a gorgeous girl like her, it just doesn’t make sense. She must have tons of guys hitting on her constantly.
My chest tightens as images of men chatting her up enter my mind. They’re not even real guys, and I want to break their faces. And then I think of Brad…
“No,” I growl, throwing the truck into drive. “Don’t think about him.”
I pull away from Evie’s apartment, pushing the image of Brad and other faceless men from my mind. But that leaves a void, a void instantly filled with visions of Evie, alone in her bed, legs spread, getting herself off over and over because she’s too afraid to let a man do it for her.
Not ‘a man.’ Me.
My gut wrenches as a pulse of possessive fury slams into me. A desperate need. It’s absurd for me to be jealous of a plastic toy, but I am. I don’t want anyone or anything near that virgin pussy. It belongs to me.
And not having it now is killing me.
The drive home is pure torture. All I want to do is turn around, speed back to her apartment, knock the door down, and ravage her. I want to bury my nose between her thighs and fill my lungs with her scent. I bet she tastes divine. I need her sweet juices coating my tongue, my chin, my cheeks…
“Fuck,” I grunt, losing myself in my fantasies.
Has she ever thought of me while using one of her toys on herself? Has she thought of me like I’m thinking of her now?
I’m going to replace every mechanical orgasm she’s ever had with something so mind-blowing she’ll never touch her toys again. After I have my way with her, she’ll be changed so fully that the only thing that can satisfy her will be me.
I can’t wait to watch her wrap those plump lips around my cock, to watch it slide in and out of her, stretching her with my enormous girth.
I’ll blow her mind.
My cock is aching as I pull up to the house. I can barely even walk right as I make my way inside. Her beauty invades my mind as I slump down on the couch and unzip my pants. There’s a bottle of hand lotion on the coffee table, and I pump a few squirts into my right palm and go to work on myself.