Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Jasmine snuggled in close and read over my shoulder. I waited until she was done to flip pages on the e-reader. She’d give me a nod, her hair brushing my cheek, and I’d take the signal to turn the page. We read along for a few minutes, occasionally nudging each other or giving some snarky commentary.
Over a couple of chapters, things heated up between the characters. When things went from kissing and ‘oh-no-we-mustn’t’ to the inevitable, I felt my skin go hot in response to the descriptions, but it was when Jasmine started shifting and wiggling at my side that I realized she was affected by it as well.
“Hey,” I said, my voice husky as I turned to her, setting the tablet aside. When I tried to meet her eyes, her face was flushed, and she looked away as if she were embarrassed. “Did you like what we were reading?” I asked in a low voice, leaning in closer. She nodded, seeming shy all of a sudden.
I tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek, then just below her ear. I could feel her breath catch in her throat so I did it again, grinning a bit at the gratifying response I got. I reached for her and she came willingly into my lap. A few seconds of shy maneuvering and we were kissing, lips locked and her smooth, hot skin under my hand, which had crept up the back of her shirt almost without my intending it.
She held on to me for dear life and we kissed like that for what could have been ten minutes or six hours. It was hot and blurry and timeless in the best way. Then she started to pull away, only to lean back in and kiss my neck.
I dropped my hands to the armrests and gripped them as she straddled me. My head went back and Jasmine kissed a hot line along my jaw. With one hand I grabbed the full curve of her ass and held her to me, my other head sliding her shirt up. I coaxed her up and up until my mouth was on eye level with her navel and my hot mouth ran along the waistband of her jeans, making her stomach clench and her sounds grow sweater and more reckless. I unbuttoned her jeans.
When the zipper slid down, I was so hard, so eager to get my mouth on her and make her scream, that I wasn’t thinking about the other people on the plane, the brother sleeping, the one watching a movie. They didn’t need to see the way we were ready to act on our primal urges after being spurred on by a spicy book. With my thumb, I pushed down the waistband of her purple panties and kissed her there, just above her mound. With a throttled cry, she ground against my eager mouth, clutched at my hair.
Jasmine wanted to ride my face, and I wanted to give it to her again and again. But it wasn’t the time or the place. Despite how wound up we both were, it was time to call it quits until we could all be together at the cabin. It took a superhuman effort on my part not to lay her back across my arm and feast on her, making her come and come until she begged me to quit.
I raised my head, using every ounce of willpower I had to my name, and met her fevered eyes. She sat back onto my lap, tipped her head to my shoulder and tried to catch her breath. She understood, we both did. This wasn’t the time for a fiery fling. It was a chance to enjoy each other’s company and share a really lousy book that did have some above-average spiciness to it.
“Let’s wait,” she said, her voice breathy. I nodded and kissed her on top of her head.
I nodded in agreement. It felt like every muscle in my body was coiled maximum capacity, a painful tightness that I used to bring myself down from that maddening level of arousal.
She climbed off my lap and straightened her clothes a little self-consciously. I wanted to check in with her and make sure she was okay, but I was busy making myself recite Greek verb declensions to finish calming down. My body was slowly coming back down to a normal pulse and temperature but it took a lot of intentional effort to make that happen. Looking over at Jasmine at any point in that process would have defeated the purpose and put me right back at square one. Finally, I felt like I was sufficiently in control of myself. I released my grip on the arm rests and looked over at her,
“Maybe we should stop reading for now,” she said with a giggle.