Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Completely naked, she grabs a cloth from the sink, runs the water until it’s warm, then soaps it up and gets a roll of paper towels. She tosses all our clothes into a pile and scrubs down what seems like half the kitchen in a few minutes, looking so hot with her breasts jiggling and her hips swaying that my cock is rock hard in a matter of seconds, and I want to create another kitchen incident.
She tosses the paper towels in the trash and throws the dishcloth onto the pile of our clothes. Lifting one shoulder in a shrug, she blinks innocently. “I think we should shower and clean up, but we’ll have to be fast. I need to get the carrots on and the gravy at least half ready before my mom gets home.”
“And I have to vacate.”
She hesitates just long enough to give me hope that I don’t deserve. We both knew this was a one-off. A thing that can’t be a thing past being a thing that exists only as a thing right here in the here and now.
Her eyes slowly drift down to my hard dick. It’s standing straight out from my body. It didn’t get the cock-shaming memo that my brain was trying to send it for the past few minutes straight.
Her gaze slowly climbs back up my body, lingering on my chest before making it to my face.
Instead of nodding and telling me to hurry my ass up in the shower so she can kick me the heck out of her house like a dirty secret and a whole string of regrets—okay, that’s not fair in any way, and I don’t even think that—she drops her hands to my hips and pulls herself close. My cock slams up against her seriously impressive abs, her breasts hit my chest, her nipples scrape over my sensitive skin, and she tilts her face up with a forlorn hope of her own.
I can’t help but bury my hand in her soft hair and tilt her face up more so I can take her mouth. I need to kiss her. I’ll die if I don’t kiss her.
I can tell she wants to kiss me too.
She does it like she’s starved, tasting herself and giving me the lingering salt of my own earthy flavor right back. She kisses me so hard and frantically that, for a minute, there’s nothing else.
Even when she takes a step back and then another and another, she pulls me along.
I kiss her all the way out of the kitchen.
Down the hall.
Into the bathroom.
She barely lets me go except to drag me into the tub with her. I step over the ledge, kissing her, my hands on her shoulders, ready to get the water going and get under the spray with her.
Until I slip when there’s nothing at all to slip on. It’s not even wet in here yet.
My feet slip out from under me, and my hands shoot out wildly. The only thing I think about is not going down and taking Carissa with me. If I fall on her, I could crush her, trap her, hurt her. That’s not an option.
In the two point seven six seconds I have before utter disaster, my hand latches onto something soft and billowing. The shower curtain. I tangle my fist in it, hoping to use it as leverage, but the shower bar isn’t fixed into the wall. It’s one of those tension pole types, so the whole thing comes down, and I go down too. Hard.
My legs fold up as the world tilts wildly. Carissa’s whimper echoes through the bathroom, ringing in my ears. It takes me a second to realize I’m on my back, with one leg bent outside the tub and the other halfway up the wall. Both my arms are folded over Carissa, and she’s safe in them, enfolded underneath the curtain and shower bar.
“Are you okay?” Her hands start moving before my brain gets back online and can start doing a full body scan to make sure I haven’t broken anything or bashed my skull open.
“Carissa?” a voice calls out.
We both freeze at the sound of the slightly uncertain voice echoing through the house. A happy woof booms through the house, with the sound of skidding following it.
“Carissa? Why is there a fake beard in the doorway? And clothes in the kitchen?”
“Fuck!” Carissa hisses. Her huge eyes meet mine. Shockingly, it’s not all horror there. She bites down on her bottom lip, chewing furiously at it. “She’s home early. Shit. This is… this is a lesson in humility for sure.”
My arms close just a little bit tighter around her. There’s no way I’m letting her face this on her own. The shower curtain came down on top of both of us, so if the door swings open, at least we’re somewhat covered.