Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Something is making him hold back.
I put my hands on his chest, feeling the heat through his shirt, the taut, corded muscles, the pounding slam of his heartbeat against my palms. And although my nerves are rattling and I’ve never done this before, I step up on my tippy toes and let my lips part.
“It’s okay, Chris. You can trust me.”
That’s all it takes.
His hands move quickly. One threads through my hair, and the other grips my lower back, pulling me into him. I gasp, but there’s no time.
His mouth envelops mine, and I taste him. Warm, strong, male. The sensation floods my senses, and I moan against his lips as the world shatters. His tongue sweeps against mine, and his hand tightens in my hair.
And like that, my knees buckle.
Chris catches me, of course. His arm locks around my waist with so much strength. He lifts me, presses me against the wall, and then I feel him against me. All of him.
Including the unmistakable thick bulge between his legs.
Wow. Is that what I think it is? It feels amazing.
I don’t even have a chance to think as his hand slides up my dress and finds my hip, firmly grips my butt, and lifts my leg up to his waist. He grunts hungrily and grinds against me.
Take me…
And he does.
4
CHRIS
I’m going to be her first.
I’m going to claim her.
My hand is in her hair, my tongue is in her mouth, and I can feel the whole of her soft body against mine. The tender plumpness of her eighteen-year-old tits against my chest, the way her hips are angled forward, begging me to teach her.
She’s making a sound with her throat. It’s not quite a moan but almost like a helpless baby bird that reveals her want. Her need.
And that makes two of us.
I break the kiss and look at her. Just stare at her beauty. Her sundress is slightly wrinkled. Her hair is messy from the wind at the pier. She looks like she belongs in a sunny art studio surrounded by her photographs, not anywhere near a criminal like me.
And yet she’s here. With me.
Her lips are swollen from mine, her eyes are shining, and she’s breathing with short, shallow gasps that make her breasts rise and fall against mine.
Her fingers drift to the strap of her dress to adjust it, causing the neckline to drop an inch lower, exposing even more of the plump swell of her young breasts. My cock stirs behind my zipper, hardening even more.
She has no idea what she’s doing. What effect she has on me.
She doesn’t know that the slight fidget with her hand sent all my blood rushing south. She has no idea that the flush on her chest is broadcasting her arousal that hides behind such an innocent face.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m overtaken with desire, but I’m also terrified.
Not of her. Not of what’s about to happen.
I’ve had plenty of sex, but it was functional and uncomplicated with women whose names I don’t remember. Nothing that left a mark on my heart.
It won’t be like that with Avery. It will be different.
If I take her, it will expand what I’ve already let form within me.
A weakness. Something I will not be able to walk away from.
I need to stop. There’s no room in my life for a perfect woman like this.
“I don’t do this,” I tell her. She pauses, her hands warm against my chest.
“Do what?”
I don’t even know how to answer her—how to find the words for what’s happening to me. After all, it’s never happened before.
“Let anyone matter.”
She looks at me like she’s almost sad for me. But at the same time, she looks pleased. She wants me to be her first. And she knows that in a different way, she’ll be mine.
Her brown eyes hold nothing back. They’re warm and open offering trust, access. And beyond that, something much bigger. A chance at a life that I’ve never known.
“Do…I matter?” she whispers, like she’s afraid of my answer. And that’s when the last bit of my control fails.
I walk her backward, my mouth enveloping hers. She stumbles over herself, but I catch her with one hand, keeping her upright, my tongue deep and hungry in her mouth.
Down the hallway, past the bathroom, and into the bedroom where the sun is pouring through the window, turning everything amber and gold.
At the foot of the bed, I break the kiss. She sways toward me, her eyes glazed like she’s drunk but expecting.
I find the straps of her sundress and slide them off her shoulders, watching her face as the fabric begins to fall. She doesn’t stop me. In fact, her breathing quickens as I unwrap her.
The dress catches at her breasts, then slides down and bunches at her waist. No bra, just like I suspected when I saw her come out of the bookstore. Her tits are perfect. Just like her. And the sight of her like this—half naked, backlit by the sun—makes the muscles in my chest so tight I can barely breathe.