Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Both of them?”
“Both of what?”
“Both guys I’ve . . . hooked up with.”
“You’ve only hooked up with two guys? Ever?”
“Can you yell it a little louder so my parents and brother hear you?”
“Sorry, I just . . . sorry.” Encountering the alarming, sudden urge to weep, Robbie briefly pressed his face into the mattress, before lifting his head again. “Honey. I was probably awkward the first eight times I was with a woman. You’ve only been in the situation twice.”
Brown eyes narrowed. “Keep talking.”
“I’d rather you keep talking. Tell me what you didn’t like about it.”
Skylar shifted a little, as if to get more comfortable in the sheets. Did she like talking to him, too? Was he not totally blowing this cool sleepover moment? “It moved too fast. I didn’t even have a chance to get used to the foreplay. I wasn’t given any time to find my rhythm. It was just a sweaty, frantic mess.”
“So, you didn’t . . .”
“Didn’t what?”
“Orgasm.”
“Oh. God, no. They didn’t even call me afterward.”
“I mean, I’m not defending them, but they probably didn’t call because they were embarrassed. If you’d hooked up with me when I was eighteen, I could have easily been a sweaty, frantic guy. It takes us a while to figure out what the fuck we’re doing.”
“And now you know.”
“Yes, Skylar. I know.” His cock was deeply, deeply invested in this conversation, having turned uncomfortably heavy in his sweatpants. “I hear what you’re saying. You want to take your time. You want . . . a man to take his time.”
“That doesn’t seem like a lot to ask.”
“It’s not.” His abs were starting to burn from being flexed too long, just to combat the rough pull of need in his balls. Deep breaths. “When we practice making out—or anything else on the calendar, for that matter—you’ll get all the time you need. If you just want to kiss, that’s what we’ll do.” Robbie gave in to the impulse to reach up and trace the outside of her thigh with a single fingertip, trailing it from hip to knee, then back, listening to the acceleration of her breath in the quiet room. “If you want to tease me through my clothes, I’ll do my best to live through it. Or you could find out . . .”
He shut his unholy speech down before it went out of bounds, but she didn’t seem happy about it. “Or I could find out what?” A slow blink. “Don’t censor yourself with me. Just say it. I could find out what?”
“How it feels to have your cunt eaten by a man who gets it dripping first.”
Her eyelids fluttered, those lips parting but no sound coming out.
“Was that too much?” he asked after a full ten seconds of silence.
“I guess not.” She drew the word out, followed by a swallow. “Because here I am, trying to mentally rearrange some things in my planner so we have more time.”
Robbie exhaled. “Attagirl.”
Skylar sat up slowly, seeming a little disoriented, and his gaze was drawn several places at once. Her dark hair, flattened on one side, haywire on the other. So stinking cute that a knot formed behind his Adam’s apple. Then . . . oh Jesus. The plushness of her mouth after sleep. Her braless tits swayed inside the twisted tank top, nipples stiff and poking the cotton, which he decided to take as a compliment toward his dirty talk.
All of him needed all of her.
Badly.
Was she even remotely on the same page?
“Can you give it to me?”
Go time.
Robbie got to his knees, already wetting his lips. “Now? I thought you’d never ask—”
“About my planner? Sorry, can you hand it to me? It’s on the dresser.”
“Oh. Yeah.” He crossed a forearm over his erection, attempting to hide it and push the goddamn thing down at the same time. With his free hand, he swiped the little white planner off the dresser and settled it in her lap, which, incidentally, is where he wanted his face. “Here you go.”
Resigned to the agony, Robbie propped his chin on a fist and watched Skylar leaf through her planner, finding the sound and structure of her days incredibly soothing, despite the situation in his sweatpants. When she found the little, lined box containing a list of the day’s activities, he leaned forward to read them.
Pitch (1 hr)
Breakfast
Shower
Rock climbing challenge
MOP
Dinner with Eve
Misc. notes: Robbie spending night in Boston (practice). Borrowing my car.
“Hey. I’m in there.” He couldn’t control the grin that spread his mouth. Their schedules were intertwined. “When did you write that?”
“You told me on the ride here, so I wrote it in when we arrived.”
“Cool. You’re still okay with my using your car?”
“Yes.”
“Great.” He jerked his chin at the tiny book. “I assume MOP stands for making out practice. How much time will we have?”