Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Suddenly, I’m jolted from my thoughts.
“How do I look?” asks Dylan in deep, gentle voice. I allow myself to meet his gaze and notice that he’s smiling, those perfect lips molded beautifully. His blue eyes are warm and kind, and not cold like Ricky’s. Butterflies flutter in my stomach.
“Um, handsome - very handsome,” I stumble, holding the make-up brush in mid-air, my hand trembling. He smiles and suddenly his hand is on mine, gently enveloping it within his. Even his grip is different - purposeful and confident, not clammy and sweaty like Ricky’s always was. My breath stops in my throat.
Because I have to be careful. Things didn’t end well with Ricky. He was so charismatic in the beginning, but then quickly turned into a prick and dumped me. Why would Dylan be any different? Only this morning I’d sworn I wouldn’t go out with a guy that hot again, and yet here I am, flirting away like a nincompoop.
But Dylan seems so different from Ricky. The good twin seems genuine and sincere in his interest in me, and there’s a charisma that radiates from this male form, pulling me in like Ricky never did.
All this flashes through my mind in the split second after he takes my hand, making me freeze. I must look like a startled rabbit, because Dylan abruptly lets go of my hand, looking at me with a sudden concern in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” he growls. “I didn’t mean to shock you.”
But I interrupt him, saying in a hoarse voice thick with emotion.
“No it’s no problem. You didn’t shock me. In fact, I want it,” comes my dulcet murmur. His blue eyes flare.
“Oh really?” comes that low growl. “You want it?”
I blush. What are we talking about here? But somehow, the language between men and women is universal no matter the setting. We both know what we’re talking about as the electricity crackles between our forms so bright that heat sparks in my heart.
“I do want it,” I confirm softly, looking deep into those blue eyes.
And my words are true because I do want it, despite my previous relationship with his twin. Because there are good twins and bad twins, and maybe this time will be different. Maybe this time, Dylan could really be interested in me despite all my faults and foibles, despite all my idiosyncratic tendencies and extra curves. Maybe this time things will be different … and I’ll get lucky.
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Fiona
“Okay Fiona,” Dylan says softly, his smile returning. “I got it.”
His smile is slow and sincere, with one side of his mouth much higher than the other, creating a dimple in his cheek. It’s too much - if I thought Ricky was hot, then his twin is smoldering!
Plus, now that he knows I’m interested, his hand goes back onto mine and this time I don’t freeze. Instead, I allow him to caress my skin with his thumb. It sends a shiver through my body and I drop the make-up brush with a clatter. He stands up and suddenly towers over me, never breaking eye-contact. My breath quickens as I feel his breath on my face - that’s how close he is.
Looking up I can see his pupils expanding in lust as he lowers his gaze from my eyes to my lips. Oh god - is he going to kiss me?! His hand lets go of my hand and travels up my arm, caressing its way across my shoulder, where it rests in my neck, cupping my cheek. We’re both breathing a bit heavier now and suddenly his thumb runs across the full pout of my lips, which are already slightly parted.
My lips have always been very sensitive, and Dylan’s sudden caress on my pucker teases and torments me like crazy. He’s coming closer to me, pushing me back so my ass presses into the make-up table. He gently but firmly nudges my foot out of the way with his, opening my thighs a little so when he presses his front into me, I can feel the hardness of his cock against my pussy.
Oh god! He’s so fucking hard and huge! In a sudden rush of lust I open my mouth further and let the tip of his thumb slide over my bottom lip, where I lick it sassily before sucking. His sudden sharp intake of breath is so close to my lips I can feel it, and yet we haven’t kissed yet. The electricity, the tension, is overwhelming. He instinctively grinds his pelvis into mine, his hardness scraping over my clit through both our clothes, making me gyrate with desperation. And he still hasn’t kissed me!
I moan gently, letting my hot breath meet his lips. His jaw clenches in lust, and he pushes himself up against me before tightening his grip. Whatever game he’s playing, whatever he’s holding out for, it’ll be over soon. He’s as tormented by me as I am by him, that much is clear: his hard body is taut against mine, grinding into my pussy through our clothes. I reach down to his pelvis and feel his enormous hard bulge through his expensive suit trousers: unlike jeans, this soft material allows for some leeway and I’m able to feel the full, thick, rock-hard outline of his cock in my hand. Holy shit, he’s huge!