Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
My back bows against the car, my knees actually wobbling.
He notices. The bastard grins against my lips and then deepens the kiss, his tongue hot and demanding.
His thigh presses between my legs, and I can't help the way I grind down against it, searching for friction.
He swallows my moan, growling low in his chest. There's no question about whether he'd fuck me right here in the driveway if I let him. He's so damn hard, the truth is unmistakable.
"You make the cutest noises," he rasps, grinding his thigh harder against me. "Christ, you're soaked, Emelia. You that needy for me already?"
"Shut up," I say, but my voice is so breathy and desperate that it's not even an insult. Somehow, my hands are in his hair, searching for leverage.
"Say it." He kisses down the column of my throat, nipping and sucking marks into my skin. "Tell me you want me." One hand slips between my legs, pushing my panties aside. I'm so wet, it's humiliating, but he just groans, sounding absolutely wrecked. "Fuck, you're perfect."
"Royce," I whisper. I feel myself spiraling, already so damn close to losing it. "Please."
That's all it takes for him to growl against my throat, the sound hot and possessive. "I want to see you come for me," he says. "I want you to make a mess of my suit, right here where your neighbors can see."
If I had any dignity left, I'd be mortified. Instead, his words make me wetter. My hips move of their own accord, chasing the heat of his body and the thrill of his touch. He holds me there, his face buried in my neck, as he wrecks me with his fingers, running circles around my clit until I'm dizzy.
"That's it, pretty baby," he murmurs, nipping my earlobe as he pushes two fingers inside me. "Let go. I want to feel you."
I crack with his name on my lips and my body shaking against his. Waves of pleasure roll through me with enough force to have me clutching at his shoulders, desperate for something to ground me.
He kisses me through it, slow and gentle now, as if he's savoring every second.
When I finally catch my breath, he just looks at me, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Fuck, you're beautiful." He presses a kiss to my jaw, then my temple, then the tip of my nose. "And so fucking hot when you fall apart for me. I can't wait to feel that on my tongue and then my cock, in that order."
I whimper, burying my face in his throat. Part of me wants to invite him inside—a frighteningly large part. But…we need to slow this down a little, right? Right. I can't just jump into bed with him the same day we met.
I want to do it, though. God, do I ever.
Goddamn childhood games. I'm not sure if they're ruining my life or fixing it at this point. I'm also not sure I care anymore. I just know that I like him. A lot.
"I'm not rushing perfection, babe," he murmurs as if reading my spinning thoughts. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. "We've got all the time in the world."
My heart turns a flip. And then it flips again when he kisses me sweetly, turning my whole body to mush in his arms.
"You should get inside," he groans when he pulls away. "If you don't, I'm going to find a reason to keep you right here all night, just so I can enjoy the way you're looking at me right now."
"H-How?"
"Like this is Christmas morning and you just got everything you ever wanted." His lips brush my cheek. "I like knowing I'm something you want."
My cheeks turn pink, mostly because I'm pretty sure that's precisely how I was looking at him. But he wasn't supposed to notice. A girl is supposed to have a few secrets, dang it.
"You're mighty full of yourself, aren't you?" I say, rolling my eyes at him.
He grins in response, straightening my dress as he eases me back to my feet. "You could be full of me. Just say the word."
"You're ridiculous."
"You want it, though."
"I also want a pony and a jet ski, Royce. That doesn't mean I'm going to run out and buy either."
He chuckles, the sound hitting me right in the womb. "You'd enjoy riding me a helluva lot more than you'd like riding either of them, Emelia. In fact, you'd fucking love it."
"Oh, my god," I groan.
He just laughs again, linking his fingers with mine. "Come on. Let's get you inside."
"Are you trying to wriggle your way into my house?" I ask, eyeing him sideways.
"Too big to wriggle, babe," he teases.
"Royce."
He doesn't answer until we're standing on my front porch, the light spilling down over us. And then he tips my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze. It's far more serious than I expected.