Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
The grass was cold and wet on my feet, but I didn’t notice it all that much the closer I got to where he was sitting straddling the lounge chair now.
“Sit right here,” he ordered. “That way I can hang the IV bag on the tree right here.”
I carefully guided myself exactly where he wanted me, being super cautious not to brush myself against his skin in any way as I did.
The moment that my butt made contact with the soft chair, he relieved me of my IV bag and hung it from a twig that was jutting out from the tree.
Once his hands were empty, he reached forward and ran his fingertips along my collarbone.
“How are you feeling now?” he asked.
I swallowed a sudden ball of nerves and was proud of myself when my words came out even instead of husky and needy.
“I’m feeling much better,” I admitted. “Now I think I’m… hungry.”
He murmured something soft under his breath, and then I felt something soft press against the exposed skin at the back of my neck.
His lips.
He was skimming his lips along the smooth expanse of skin along my trapezius muscle.
It was everything.
And all he’d done was give me the most chaste of kisses.
What would it feel like when it was his mouth on mine? What would it feel like when we were skin to skin? What would it feel like when…
He growled and bit me on the shoulder, making me jump in surprise.
My eyes opened wide, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring off into the setting sun with a look of complete awe on my face.
“What was that for?” I asked breathlessly.
He didn’t reply. Instead, he caught my hips, and only when he’d stilled them did I realize that I’d been practically squirming between his legs.
And now I was very much touching him all over.
“You make me have zero control,” he murmured. “We need to take this slow…”
I couldn’t stop myself from turning around, hitching my leg up high over his thigh so that I could turn sideways between his splayed thighs.
“Why?” I all but demanded.
“Why what?” He paused, his eyes going to my thigh. My very exposed thigh.
The dress that I was wearing had already been short.
So short, in fact, that I’d considered wearing running shorts underneath it.
But the red dress and black running shorts would clash, so instead I chose to go with red boy-short underwear that covered the essentials but were also sexy enough that if I somehow flashed anyone, they wouldn’t automatically think ‘granny panties.’
Now, I was glad that I’d gone with the sexier of the panties.
In fact, I was really glad seeing as with the dress riding up so high, you could just barely make out the outline of the lace on the top of my thigh, giving away a hint of ‘more to come.’
He growled and tore his eyes away from my exposed thigh when I said, “Why do we have to go slow?”
He opened his mouth to say more, but I kind of… snapped.
One second I was being a good girl, minding my manners, and the next the thought of ‘why can’t I just take him’ rolled into my mind.
And I had to act on it.
Had to.
I didn’t want to.
I had to.
For one brief moment, his gaze locked with mine.
And the next, we were too close to stare into each other’s eyes.
One moment I was sitting between his legs, and the next I was straddling his very hard thighs, and pressing my body completely up against his.
He was hard all over.
Not soft in a few places.
No, he was hard.
His thighs were like straddling two rocks. His arms were like being surrounded by steel bands.
His abs were like lying against a board.
And his jaw was so finely chiseled that my hands felt like they were cupping stone when I kissed him.
In comparison, I was soft and plush.
When his hands cupped my thighs, his fingers sinking deep into the softest flesh, I couldn’t help the shiver of delight that rolled through me.
Though, it might’ve also been because his tongue finally touched my own.
My breathing halted completely in my chest, and all of a sudden, I was a wild woman in his arms.
I was rocking against him like I was made for him, and my hands were sinking into all that dark black, lovely hair instead of cupping his jaw lightly.
Soon, his hands transferred from my thighs to my ass, and he was pulling me into his body so roughly that it caused me to start breathing again.
I gasped against his lips and pulled back, but he didn’t waste time.
He only moved his lips from my mouth to the spot between my jaw and my neck, his mouth sucking lightly on the skin there.
“Zach,” I breathed, my hands smoothing down the length of his chest to come to a stop where his t-shirt hem met the top of his jeans. “Can we…”