Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 10546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
“You need to chill the fuck out,” Nicholas told me, forcing his voice to sound calm, which just pissed me off further. The last thing anyone needed to say to me when I was angry was to chill the fuck out.
Which meant I was not responsible for what happened next.
My hand snapped up, my fingers wrapping around his slender throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed against my palm when I shoved him against the wall next to us, pressing my body to his. And then, like the deranged lunatic I suddenly felt like, I kissed him.
6
Nicholas
Of all the things I’d been expecting when Drew wrapped his hand around my throat and shoved me against the wall, it had not been this. I’d expected him to punch me in the face. Maybe continue yelling. But I’d never expected him to fucking kiss me. And goddamn him for being such a good kisser, too. I shouldn’t be caving to him. But fuck, I was helpless to do anything but.
My eyelids fluttered closed, and I moaned low in the back of my throat as I kissed him back. Gripping his hips, I tugged him even closer, both of us groaning when our clothed cocks brushed against each other’s. He was hard and thick behind his zipper, and he pushed against me even more, seeking more friction.
“Doc…” he panted when I gripped his dark hair and forced his head back so I could look at him. I ran my eyes over his face, taking in his kiss-swollen lips and his dark eyes, pupils blown wide. His cheeks were flushed. No longer did he look angry and scared, like he had when he’d shown up at my front door and forced me back inside my own house. Now, he looked needy and wanting, and goddamn, I was a goner.
I’d fought this for so long. So fucking long. But I couldn’t fight it anymore. Not when he was looking at me with pure desperation and longing.
“Fucking hell,” I rasped, lifting my other hand to rub the pad of my thumb over his lower lip. “Look at you. I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re practically begging for it.”
He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his long, slender throat. “I haven’t said a word,” he rasped.
I smirked. “You don’t have to, baby.” His eyes went wide, and his nostrils flared at the term of endearment that’d slipped past my lips. “Your face is saying everything your mouth isn’t.” I scraped my blunt nails along his scalp, and he practically purred. I groaned and dropped my hands, then grabbed one of his.
There was no going back from that kiss. And if I was going to cave, then I was getting everything I’d wanted from Drew for years. I wasn’t holding back anymore, and I was no longer hiding my feelings. I was about to mix business with pleasure, and I was about to make him mine.
No one would ever take him from me, and I was no longer hiding how I felt about him.
“What’s happening right now?” Drew rasped, following me willingly and obediently, his fingers tightening around mine. His hand was swollen, but I’d deal with that later… after I fucked all this stubbornness out of him.
“Right now, I’m skipping my workout, taking you to my bedroom, and then, I’m going to fuck you, Drew.”
His breath audibly hitched, and when I pushed open my bedroom door, his hand trembled in mine. When I glanced at him, expecting him to be nervous, he just looked like he was in disbelief. I tugged him to a stop and cocked my head to the side the slightest bit, like if I looked at him at just the right angle, I could figure out what was going on in his head.
“Nervous?” I finally asked.
He shook his head. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he rasped. “This feels… unreal.”
I snorted. “Oh, it’s real, baby.” Gripping the back of his neck, I dragged his mouth down to mine. He groaned, sinking into me, letting me control the kiss. All his anger had bled out of him, and he was letting me lead, letting me control the situation. Fuck, who knew Drew would naturally be submissive to me? I certainly hadn’t. A man like him didn’t come across as submissive at all. Around others, he was quiet and stoic. Kept to himself. Took no shit. Ruled the training ring like a fucking pro.
But for me… he was giving me everything I fucking wanted. Letting me take everything I needed from him. The control he handed to me so easily, so effortlessly, left me wanting him even fucking more.
This was what I’d been afraid of. That I wouldn’t be able to stop once I started. That I’d want too much. Take too much from him. But fuck if I could bring myself to stop now.