Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Hi,” I return softly to him. His hand comes off the sweater to push the hair behind my ear. “Did you have fun?” I don’t want to move out of his touch. My heartbeat echoes in my ears, but it’s dim compared to the way my breath is coming out in pants.
“Would have had more fun if you were there,” he declares, and the air I had in my lungs feels like it’s been taken from my body. I instantly stand, the sweater in my hands falling to my feet. “You fucking drive me crazy.” His words feel like they hurt him when he says them. “You’ve been driving me crazy for a while.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I ask, standing between his legs, afraid to move even a muscle.
He stands up, stoic. “It’s a very bad fucking thing,” he grumbles, his hands coming up. One of them grips the side of my head while the other gets buried in my hair. “It’s a bad fucking thing when all I can think about is how you taste.” He closes the distance between us. “All I want is to taste you again and again.”
I tilt my head to the side, waiting for him to kiss me, needing him to kiss me. “You aren’t the only one,” I whisper right before his mouth is on mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth. The taste of whiskey on his lips makes me groan even more. My hands fist his T-shirt. The kiss is unlike any other kiss I’ve ever had before. This time, it’s so needy that it erases all thoughts from my brain.
The only thing that enters my mind is getting closer to him. My hand roams up his chest and into his hair, wanting to touch him everywhere, and I mean everywhere. “Fuck,” he hisses when he lets go of my lips, and his mouth moves down to my jaw and then to my neck. His tongue comes out to trail it. “You make me want to do things to you that I shouldn’t even think about.”
My eyes close as I feel him suck my neck and then bite it, lost in the moment, lost in him, wanting this moment never to end. I say the words I’ve only said in my dreams, “Show me.”
Chapter Twenty
EMMETT
Walking into the house had been a little bit of a blur, trying to calm myself from being alone with her in my house while at the same time trying to tell myself that I should just let her leave. It had been a while since I’ve been out. A while since I’ve come into this bar as a single man without a care in the world. Now I was a man with a daughter, who was right at that instant at home with the woman I’ve been doing nothing but aching to feel against me. It was beyond frustrating, to the point where I would look forward to the weekends so I wouldn’t feel like I was standing on a tightrope in the middle of the Grand Canyon, knowing I would plummet down with just one push or touch.
She stands with me in my bedroom, a place where, besides Lucy, no one but me has entered, and now her. The minute I got the sweater for her and called her name was the same minute that I knew that nothing would be the same. Then add in she puts her hands on me, my mouth on hers, her tongue mixed with mine. It’s almost as if it’s game over for me. Her hand flutters over my neck and then into my hair.
“Fuck,” I hiss, fighting it all, trying to fight it back. Then she turns her face to the side, and I see her neck, her perfect fucking neck. My mouth moves down to her jaw and then to her neck. My tongue trails the path to the part where I can feel her heart beating. Where I can feel it’s beating as fast as mine. Where I can’t help but to suck in her skin. “You make me want to do things to you that I shouldn’t even think about,” I finally admit. The words come out, and I’m so lost in her that I can’t stop them. I don’t know if I even want to stop them. I bite her, wanting her to step away from me, needing her to put a stop to this insanity.
She takes a deep inhale, and I’m waiting for the words fuck off to come out of her mouth. Instead, she looks me dead in the eyes and says the two words I’ve longed for her to say to me. “Show me.”
That is all she needs to say, all the permission I need. Gone is the doubt, and in its place is the need and lust that follows it. I grip her hips in my hands, turning her and pushing her onto my bed. Lilah in my bed is a gift I will never understand. My hands move to push up her T-shirt at the same time as I pull her bra cup down, wishing the lights in my room were on so I could see everything and take it into my memory. All I have is the moonlight streaming in the three big bay windows around the bedroom. My fingers roll her nipple right before her back arches and my mouth latches on to her. As her back arches up, her soft moans now fill the room. Her hand goes to the back of my neck as she puts a foot down on my bed and then pushes up to get more of her nipple into my mouth. Her body is on fire, and when I look up at her, I see her head is in the bed, and her neck is also arching. I twirl my tongue around her nipple before I suck it back into my mouth, my hand pushing the other side of her shirt up and pulling both cups down. Her T-shirt sits on the top of her tits while her bra pushes them up. My mouth moves from one nipple to the next one. I bite down this time before sucking it into my mouth, my cock straining to get out and into her. I move up between her legs, my mouth covering hers as I kiss her.