Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“You do?”
He nods slowly.
“Yeah,” he growls. “I do.”
Heat trembles through me, pooling between my legs.
“Earlier, this morning at the pool, you…” I pause as I bite my lip, my cheeks reddening.
“You—you saw, didn’t you?” I say quietly.
He nods, his eyes fierce and his jaw tight.
“Yeah,” he growls lowly. “I saw.”
He puts a foot on the staircase, and my pulse starts to quicken. He takes another step, climbing towards me, his eyes never leaving mine, and I tremble heatedly.
“That what you were thinking about today?”
He nods, climbing towards me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“All fucking day, actually,” he purrs.
I gasp quietly.
“You were just thinking about me walking around all day without any panties on?”
He groans, and I stifle the moan in my own throat. Because I’m going somewhere with this. I reach down, my fingers hooking under the hem of my skirt.
“You thought about it all day, huh?” I purr with as much sultry heat as I can muster. I start to pull, lifting the skirt higher, and higher, and higher, and Jamison’s jaw tightens. His eyes blaze, and an animalistic growl catches in his throat, making me tremble. He stops three steps down from me, looking up at me, his face eye-level with my pussy under my skirt.
“You want to see it again?” I whisper, still lifting until I stop just shy of showing him.
“Fuck, Ramona,” he groans.
“I wanna hear you say it,” I whisper heatedly, my voice thick and sultry.
Jamison growls, his eyes blazing with heat.
“Yes.”
“Really?” I whisper, a pout on my lips as his face darkens with lust. “You really want to see it?”
“Fuck yes,” he hisses hungrily, and I whimper at the intensity of his voice before I steel myself. And slowly, I smile widely,
“Too bad.”
I drop the skirt, I whirl, and I’m about to let out a giggle and run the rest of the way up the stairs, when his voice stops me.
“You want your panties back?”
I stop.
“Then yeah, Ramona,” he growls. “I want to see again.”
My face goes red, and this wicked, sinful heat pools through my body between my thighs.
“Jamison—”
“Show me, Ramona.”
I swallow, and slowly, I turn. Our eyes lock. And then, pure insanity completely overtakes me. I reach down, still looking him right in the eye, and I slowly pull my skirt up.
And up.
And up, until with a gasp, I feel the air against my bare, wet, pussy.
Jamison’s eyes drop, and the animalistic growl that rumbles from his throat has me gasping before I quickly yank the skirt back down and turn, red-faced, and bolt all the way to my room.
I’m panting as the door slams behind me, and I sink against it, my heart racing.
Body aching.
The need to touch myself almost all-consuming after an entire day of being on edge. The heat roars through me, and I moan as my hand drops between my legs. And when my fingers slip over my lips, I gasp quietly as the pleasure, at last, melts through me. It’s like a sweet relief, and I moan again as my fingers roll over my aching clit.
And then suddenly, there are footsteps right outside my door. My pulse races, and I jump up to flick the lock on it, when suddenly, it slams open. And right there, his fierce gaze burning into me like fire, is Jamison.
Our eyes lock, and he knows. I know he knows.
“What are you doing here,” I whisper.
“Deals a deal,” he growls thickly. And it’s then that I realize he’s got an armful of something.
…My panties.
He steps into me, but I just move back, and I keep walking backwards as he moves towards me, until my back hits one of the posts of my bed. Jamison tosses the pile to the side, and keeps moving towards me, his eyes never leaving mine and the fierce ball of fire burning like lava inside of my core.
“Jamison—”
“Ramona,” he growls as he keeps moving forward.
“Jamison, you—”
“Tell me to stop,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Tell me to fucking stop, Ramona.”
I shake my head, our eyes locked.
“I—I can’t do that,” I whisper.
“Why not.”
I swallow as he moves right into me, inches from me. And suddenly, the truth—the truth that’s always been there, from thirteen years back—comes tumbling out.
“Because I don’t want you to.”
And it’s like dropping a match on gasoline.
His mouth crushes to mine, and I moan as our bodies slam together. Tongues duel hungrily, breaths mingle, and I’m panting as he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. Not even by him. He kisses me fiercely, and hard, his hands all over me as I melt against him. His hands slide high, pushing my skirt up with them as his fingers skim the outside of my legs. His hands move to my bare ass, and I whimper eagerly at the feel of him grabbing me like that, like I’m his to take.