Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Are you defending him?” he asked. “Are you fucking defending him?”
I shook my head. “No, I—”
He continued closing in on me, and I backed up until I hit the wall and couldn’t go any further.
“Do you like him? Were you attracted to him?” His tone was dark and sent a shiver through me—I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or arousal. Maybe both.
I jumped as he slammed his palms against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in.
“Answer me.”
“No! I don’t. He was nice and attractive, but I didn’t—”
He hit the wall again, and I closed my eyes. Okay, now, I was scared.
“You thought he was attractive?” he demanded.
His mouth was so close to my ear now that I could feel his breath. I opened my eyes enough to peek at him. He inhaled deeply as he pressed his nose into my hair.
“I didn’t. He—he—I wasn’t attracted to him,” I stammered.
He ran a fingertip down the side of my cheek. “But he saw this face,” he said, softer now. “This fucking beautiful face.”
I left my eyes open, watching him. My body felt like it was a live wire. Every nerve alive and sizzling beneath the surface. I was panting, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been scared, and maybe I still was, but this was Than, and he was calling me beautiful. He was touching me.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Did he make your pussy wet?”
I shook my head. “No,” I breathed.
“Do I?” His eyes locked with mine then, and he stilled, waiting for me to answer.
There was no use in lying, and I didn’t want to. No matter how stupid this made me, knowing the ache that would follow when he ran off and hid from me again. I wanted any part of him he gave me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He tilted his head, and his nostrils flared as his glare softened.
“Fuck it,” he muttered when his eyes dropped to my mouth.
I stopped breathing altogether.
Then his mouth covered mine, and my knees buckled instantly. He wrapped an arm around my waist and held me up as his tongue slid inside my lips, flicking my bottom one several times first. The minty taste, along with his spicy scent, pulled me in.
I was lost, floating on my own little cloud.
The roughness from his unshaven face chaffed my skin, and I loved every scratch. The press of his erection against me made me moan and cling to his arms, wanting more.
I’d been kissed. But never—never—like this.
“Do you have to look and taste like my favorite sweet treats everywhere?” he asked as he trailed kisses from my mouth to my ear. “I want inside you,” he said huskily in my ear, then pressed against me again. “I know it doesn’t fall under the friend thing, but I need to feel you.”
I whimpered and nodded. Then he claimed my mouth again, cupping my face in both hands, like he couldn’t get enough and he was making sure I wouldn’t take it- me – away from him.
If only he knew he could have me whenever he wanted. But that wasn’t what we were. What he would want when he wasn’t hard and in need of a release.
In order to protect my heart, I should stop it. Shut this down. Be smart.
But then my heart might never forgive me if I did.
He released my face, and his hands went to the hem of my sundress, pulling it up. “Since you walked out of that bedroom in this dress, all I’ve thought about is jerking it up and doing this,” he said hoarsely, then shoved his hand into my panties.
I opened my legs wider, and he made an appreciative sound in his chest.
“It’s soaked. Dripping.” He pumped his fingers into me. “Listen,” he said in my ear. “You can hear how wet it is.”
I moved against his hand as my head fell back.
“If I take you here, it’ll hurt. Sweet pussy can’t take it yet. Let’s go to the bed,” he told me, but I was already shaking my head.
No more bed. I struggled to sleep there already. No more memories of him to keep me up at night.
“Here. Fuck me here,” I panted.
His eyes darkened with excitement. “Say that again,” he groaned as he unzipped his jeans, shoving them down.
“Fuck me here,” I repeated.
“Such a good girl,” he praised as he freed his cock and stroked it. “You obey so sweetly.”
He pulled my right leg up to his hip, and using his other hand, he moved the crotch of my panties aside. The swollen head of his cock pressed against me teasingly as I begged and lifted my hips, wanting it inside me. Aching to feel full again. Feel connected.
“That’s it. Coat my head with your juices,” he said, then pushed in further. “Fuuuck, baby. That’s my pussy.”