Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
A moan erupts out of me once I have her seated there. She rubs my hard length through my jeans, and rather than shy away from it, she does it again intentionally. She feels what she’s doing to me, and she only worsens it by rolling her hips, kissing down my neck, then finding her way back to my mouth.
“Tonight,” she whispers.
It’s a contract clause. I understand what she wants, and I nod because it’s all I can do. If she wants this for tonight only, I’ll feast as much as I can. I’ll lay her down in front of this fire and stretch hours into days, minutes into infinities.
“Tonight” is my promised oath.
And then my hand wraps around the back of her neck so I can gather her close and we’re kissing again because it feels like it’s still brand new. Her lips are so plush. When I pull away to look at her, I can barely stand how beautiful she is. Glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, curved smile.
She leans in, wanting another kiss, but I hold her steady, angry with her that she won’t let me have a second to take her in. Doesn’t she realize I have to memorize everything now? Commit her to memory before she reaches for that dress on the ground and hides herself away again?
I set her down gently on the floor, not because I want to, but because I need both hands to explore her body. I slip her bra straps off her shoulders. Her bra is lacy and flimsy. It’s so easy for me to tug the cups down slowly. I bare her to me millimeter by millimeter until her breasts spill out. I don’t blink, don’t move. Her hands fist, and I’m so glad she doesn’t cover herself.
I don’t even have the words. When I look up at her face, I swallow and kiss her again, trailing my mouth down her neck, and then lower, so I can take the tip of each of her breasts into my mouth one at a time, holding them in my hand, feeling their weight. God, I’ve never touched better than this, never tasted anything so divine.
With skin as fair as hers, it’s like I can see the blood rushing through her veins, coming to the surface, making her pink. I want to draw this out, tease her, and so I do. I know she wants me to skim my hand down into her panties, but I only stroke the silk between the center of her thighs back and forth twice, then pull back, returning my attention to her chest.
Her hands fist in my hair and she tugs. She’s not gentle about it. But then, I’m not being gentle with her either. My teeth have left marks on her breasts. My hands have likely already bruised her. I can’t seem to restrain myself. It’s been too long and she’s too much.
As if she’s had enough, she pushes me and steps back, putting a few feet between us. She thinks it’s a punishment, but seeing her from that vantage point, from the top of her strawberry blonde hair to the tips of her toes is so sexy I can barely catch my breath.
Her panties are askew, revealing more than they’re concealing at this point. No matter—they’ll be gone in a moment anyway.
CHAPTER 17
SUMMER
I’m nearly naked, standing close to the roaring fire. Nate’s a few feet away, looking at me with a complicated expression—his blue eyes hold it all, the passion and the fury, the barely restrained need.
Other than the fire, the lights are low, and I imagine what my skin looks like with the flames dancing across my chest and stomach, my legs, my face. He can see everything. I feel like I’m baring my soul to him, standing here with my arms by my sides, no mask, no lighthearted banter, nothing to hide beneath.
My chest rises and falls as my heart races.
Words stall in my throat.
Everything up to this point has been easy. It’s like every decision tumbled right into the next one. Kissing Nate, putting my hands on him, letting him undress me…that was so simple. This is the difficult part now, recognizing what could happen and allowing it.
Part of me wants to run upstairs, shut myself in my room, and lock the door behind me. Part of me wants to grab my dress and cover myself and…
Part of me wants to know what it would be like to sleep with a man like Nate. Something tells me this is my only opportunity, not just tonight, but forever.
Andrew is probably my future. I’ll go back to New York and slip right back into my old life. I’ll make my parents and Emma happy because that’s what I’ve always done. Changing careers might have been the only act of rebellion I had in me.