Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Blue grunts softly, but his gaze doesn’t waver from mine.
“What about you?” I ask. “If your girlfriend told a male friend that she was dying for sex, would that make you angry?”
“No. I would just wonder why she wasn’t telling me.”
“Maybe she doesn’t know how,” I counter, my nipples tightening. There’s no doubt about it now. Blue is interested. The bulge swelling behind his zipper as I sway closer makes that crystal clear.
Crystal fucking clear…
But we can’t. Can we?
I mean, he obviously doesn’t want to date his best friend’s little sister, but maybe a night of wild, soul-healing sex would be okay? Maybe even something he needs as much as I do? I’ve done enough poking around to know that Blue hasn’t had a girlfriend for a long time, and that he doesn’t hook up at bars, either. It could be that he’s been celibate even longer than I have.
In further proof that I’m too tipsy to be trusted, I ask, “How long has it been since you’ve been with someone?”
His throat works, but his expression remains calm, almost unreadable. “A long time.”
“How long?”
“Two years,” he says, as I stop just a few steps away. The slight twitch of his eyebrow is the only clue that he’s feeling the potential energy.
Well, that, and the erection I do my best not to glance down at as I whisper, “Do you miss it? Sex?”
He studies me for a long, stomach-flipping beat. “Sometimes.”
My adrenaline spikes, making my heart pound as I realize I’m about to do it, I’m about to cross a line that we can never uncross. The enormity of it makes my voice shake as I ask, “Is now one of those times? Is that why you’re hard? Because you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you?”
What happens next is a blur.
All I know is that one moment, I’m sliding my hands onto Blue’s shoulders, and the next, his lips are crushed to mine as he jerks the spandex top of my dress down around my waist. And then the tabletop is cool on my back as he surges over me, kissing me like we only have a few seconds until a fire consumes the second floor, and we’re determined to get off one last time before we die.
His hands are everywhere, his mouth is everywhere else, and I’m in such a state of “what the fuck is this magical feeling?” that I can barely function.
I thought I knew what good sex was. Kai and I didn’t have much of it the past few years, but there was a time when the passion between us was hot and heavy. But it was never like this. I’m alive in a way I’ve never been alive before. It’s like my skin has spontaneously spawned a few thousand extra nerve endings, and every one of them is calling Blue’s name.
The way he sucks my nipples into his mouth…
The way he gets me off with just a few deep strokes of his fingers. The way he pushes inside me as I’m still coming, his gaze locked on mine as he tunnels deep…
God, so deep…
“It’s even better than I thought,” I breathe as he begins to move, stretching my inner walls until I’m so full it’s almost enough to make me weep with happiness. With relief. “Even better than I imagined it would be. And I’ve imagined it so many times,” I ramble instead. “Never stop fucking me, Blue. Never. Please, never.”
And he doesn’t.
He fucks me on his kitchen table, coming deep inside me with a groan that echoes through my bones. Then, he carries me into his living room, where we immediately go again.
It’s as I’m riding him that second time—with his fingers rolling my nipples, while his eyes tell me how beautiful I am, how much he loves being inside me—that a part of me finally clocks that we’re not using protection.
But I can’t bring myself to care, not when every stroke of his cock feels so right.
And when he comes the second time, filling me with a hot rush, it’s so primal, so erotic, that it tips me into my third orgasm of the night. I come clinging to his bare shoulders, my lips murmuring words of adoration against the salty skin on his neck, while my pussy throbs, giving his cock the round of applause it deserves.
Then, mere moments later, while my soul is still full of sparkles, he tells me that we can never do this incredible, magical, life-changing thing we’ve just done ever again.
He says it was a mistake.
Even worse, he says he’s sorry.
As if he’s taken something I didn’t freely want to give.
It hurts. It hurts so badly, I’m not sure I pull in a full breath until I’m halfway across town in the car he calls to take me home. When I do finally manage to breathe, I immediately start crying again.