Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Everleigh was different, a little quirky, but in the best possible way.
“For what it’s worth,” I said. “I don’t know what it’s like to kiss a tall fireman with a mustache either. But I bet it’s pretty amazing.”
Her smile engulfed her face.
“Have a good night.” I turned.
“Jeez, just kiss me already,” she said.
I smirked before turning. We stepped toward each other, and I grabbed her face. Before our lips touched, she sucked in a quick breath. It was an arousing sound, or maybe it was the way she hummed while her body melted against mine. It was something. She was something.
“Hey! Do you need a ride or not?” the driver yelled out the window.
Everleigh grinned, ending the kiss. “Just promise not to kill me,” she said.
“No promises. Get in the car.” I rolled my eyes and held open the door as she slid into the back seat.
When the driver pulled away from the curb, I leaned over and kissed her again. She had the softest skin. Silky hair that held a faint floral scent.
“Has anyone told you that you’re a good kisser?” she mumbled while I kissed her neck. Her fingers teased my nape as she giggled. “But your mustache tickles.”
“I’m not sure anyone has said those words”—I smirked—“but it’s been implied.” I kissed her again.
Everleigh wasn’t too shabby a kisser either. She moved her mouth against mine, and hummed when my tongue swept into her mouth. It made my dick so hard that I had to keep adjusting in the seat. The visceral attraction was stronger than anything I had experienced in a long time, maybe ever.
We stumbled out of the car and into the building’s entrance. She swiped a card that got us into the lobby, then she swiped it again to make the elevator ascend.
“Tell me to slow down,” I whispered over her lips while backing her into the corner of the elevator.
“Don’t slow down.” She fisted my shirt and rose onto her toes.
I grabbed the backs of her legs and lifted her off the floor. When she gasped, I quickly swallowed it with another long kiss while guiding her legs around my waist. We staggered to the apartment at the end of the hall on the fifth floor.
She broke the kiss with a little giggle, and I set her on her feet to open the door.
“Do you want a beer?” she asked, stepping into the dark room.
“Everleigh,” I whispered in her ear, standing behind her while my right hand slid up the front of her shirt and under her bra.
She drew in a sharp inhale that did things to me.
“I want to take off your clothes and bury my face between your beautiful legs,” I whispered.
“Cunnilingus?” She flipped a switch that turned on a standing lamp beside a sage green upholstered sofa with floral decor pillows. Plants filled every corner of the apartment, and some hung from macramé holders.
“What?” I stepped in front of her and curled her hair behind her ears, narrowing my eyes. Surely I heard her wrong.
She wrinkled her nose. “Um, the medical term is cunnilingus. Well”—she averted her gaze and blushed—“on a female. On a male, it’s fellatio.”
I laughed, dropping my hands to my sides as I bowed my head. “This is what I get for trying to seduce a medical student. I think I’ll take that beer after all.”
“Yeah?” She seemed excited that I opted for the beer.
Digging my teeth into my lower lip to control my grin, I nodded.
“I love Lego Star Wars, but my uh . . . roommate’s boyfriend plays Call of Duty, so if you want, we can play it. I’m not that good, though.” She handed me a can of beer.
“Well, maybe I can teach you,” I said, opening the can. “Where is your roommate?”
“London.” She clasped her hands behind her back and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. “But if my mom finds out, she’ll be livid.”
“Why?” I squinted before drinking the beer.
The apartment held a spice and wood scent with a hint of smoke, like she or her roommate burned incense.
“Uh, well, my mom is really protective.” Everleigh shrugged.
“You’re a grown woman.”
“I don’t think moms ever stop worrying about their kids.”
“You’re probably right.”
“Here. Let me see if the controllers are charged.” She stepped past me to dig them out of the basket under the coffee table.
“Have you been in a lot of weddings?” I asked, sitting on the lumpy sofa. The window air conditioner hummed behind it.
“No. This is my first time being a bridesmaid, and I’m really excited.” She handed me the controller and turned on the TV. “Is it your first time being a groomsman?”
“Nah. I’ve done it at least half a dozen other times.”
“Really?” She sat next to me and expertly worked the remote to bring up Call of Duty. “What are you going to do when you get married? You’ll have to reciprocate and have a dozen or more groomsmen.”