Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
I wait for the jealousy to come, but it never does. None of those women were taken on thoughtful dates. He didn’t pick them up and bring them flowers. It was about sex and nothing else. “But that’s not what you want now?”
“I want this.” He brings my hand to his lips again. “I want intimacy with you, Tally. I forgot how good it could feel to share this part of myself with someone.”
I can barely breathe. He’s so earnest, so honest. “I want to guard all your secrets, Phillip. I want to be safe for you, too.”
He cups my chin in his palm and leans across the table, brushing his lips over mine. “You’re my dream girl, Tally.” He leans back. “Every step we take forward needs to mean something.”
“You want me to feel special.”
“Exactly. You’re a gift. So when I break my two years of celibacy, it will be because I want this experience with you, and you want the same thing for the same reasons.” He kisses the inside of my wrist. “But we can have a whole lot of fun learning what makes each other tick while we get there.”
Warmth settles low in my stomach. What will it be like when we make it past first base? Will he be soft and sweet? Will we both be so pent-up that we’ll come together like a lightning strike?
He bites my knuckle, and I exhale on a needy whimper.
“Are you thinking about all the things that haven’t happened yet, kitten?”
“It’s hard not to when your mouth is on my skin.”
“Tell me what gets you hot.”
“You.”
He grins. “Have you ever had an orgasm in a public place?”
“Yes.”
Surprise flashes across his face and his eyes darken.
“Does that shock you?”
“Pleasantly, yes.” He leans in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper. “When and where?”
My foot brushes his shin, and I uncross and recross my legs. “Backstage after a performance.”
“Were there other people around?” he asks, eyes lighting up with expectation.
“Other people were performing.” We were the first onstage that night. It had been such an adrenaline rush, and hormones added to the high. “We ducked into a dark corner in the wings.”
“Who’s we?”
“Me and one of the guys from my troupe.”
Flip’s eyes light up with approval. “How’d he make you come?”
I do jazz hands. I hadn’t expected the orgasm, so it had been a real thrill for both of us.
“So the possibility of getting caught turns you on.”
“Are you tucking that away for safekeeping?”
His thumb circles the center of my palm. “One day, I’ll be making you come in the wings while your friends are performing.”
A shiver runs through me.
His answering smile is full of filthy promises.
“What about you?” My voice is hoarse. “What’s the most public place you’ve had sex?”
“You mean other than a night club.”
“How did you get away with that?” It’s always a pulse of bodies, you can’t turn around without bumping into someone.
“Lots of dark corners.”
Heat rushes through me at the idea of Flip tucking me into one of those corners, making me come while everyone around us dances. “What’s more public than that?”
“I fucked my high school girlfriend on a Ferris wheel while we were stuck at the top.”
“Oh my God.” A thrill shoots down my spine. “Everyone around you must have known.”
He grins. “I’m sure they did. But she was afraid of heights. I was doing my due diligence by distracting her.”
I laugh. “So considerate.”
He smirks. “I thought so.”
“Was it a rush?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Maybe you should take me to a carnival sometime.”
“When the weather is nice,” he agrees.
Like he has plans for us. Like this is the first date of many.
We pause the conversation while the server clears our appetizer plates to make room for our meals.
“Tell me about one of your fantasies,” he says when we’re alone again.
“In general, or specific to you?”
His eyes darken. “A me-specific fantasy, please.”
I decide to keep my fanfic-inspired fantasies to myself—for now. I trace the rim of my wineglass. “I was never allowed to have boys in my room growing up.”
“Smart parents.” Flip nods his approval.
“But were they? Teenagers are resourceful, and I did get fingerbanged backstage after a recital,” I remind him.
Flip sucks his teeth, the look on his face sending another shot of heat skittering along my spine.
I run my finger down the stem of my wineglass. This is Flip Madden. He’s done it all, and I’m manifesting my dirty hopes and dreams. “Well, sometime in the future, before or after we’ve taken a ride on the Ferris wheel, I’d like to be fucked in my childhood bedroom. Preferably with the door open.”
He makes a low sound in the back of his throat. “While your parents are home.”
I shift in my seat as sweat breaks on the back of my neck. “Maybe they have to run to the store.”