Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 120472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
As if not realizing that he’s doing it, he begins drumming again softly, making it easier to hold a conversation. “We’ve been home for hours,” he says as the muscles in his arms roll, flex, and bounce with every hit.
“No, you haven’t,” I shoot back at him. “I would have seen you come in.”
His shoulders bounce with a shrug before he winks, his lips pulling up into a devilish smirk. “Came in through the back.”
I clench my jaw, closing my eyes and trying not to be affected by his devilish charm. “The back?” I screech. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Who does that?”
His brows furrow as his foot starts on the bass, his knee slowly bouncing as his eyes remain locked on me. “What’s the matter, Shayne?” he questions as I see the gentle sway of his cock through his grey sweatpant as his knee bounces.
My gaze drops down his body, quickly becoming mesmerized by the sight and inwardly hating myself for being so damn obvious about my attraction to him. But fuck, I’d forgotten just how crazy I was about this guy on the drums. Maybe it’s the way he bangs them with such determination that I feel the vibrations right down in my soul … or maybe it’s just that cock.
Without even realizing it, I inch closer toward him. “I, ummm … Roman,” I say, getting completely off track and trying to remember why the hell I was so mad with them. You know, apart from the whole torture thing. “He was supposed to train me last night. I need to know how to defend myself.”
Levi rolls his tongue over his full lips as his gaze drops down my body, watching the way I react to him. “He didn’t mention it,” he explains. “Last night was our last shot at freedom. Our free pass from our father was ending. Had to make it count.”
My arms cross over my chest and I only just refrain from rolling my eyes. “And did you?” I murmur, my voice barely audible over the sound of Levi’s drumming as it gets faster, louder, and more erratic, the bass vibrating right through my chest.
“What do you think?” he murmurs, desire pooling in his eyes. “Have I ever not made it count?”
Fuck me. Why do I hate him again?
I step in even closer, walking around his set as I brush my fingers along the cool drums, sucking in a gasp as the sticks come down beside my fingers, bouncing them right off the drum with their force. Heat floods me and I know there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to resist him.
“What are you doing?” he questions warily, seeing the same desire in my eyes. He shakes his head, knowing all too well where this is going, but unlike me, he has the control to hold himself back, though I don’t think he wants to. “Don’t, Shayne. You don’t want this.”
“Oh, but I do,” I purr, letting my fingers fall to the center of my chest and slowly drawing down between my tits, separating the silk material of my dressing gown. It falls off my shoulder and a soft breeze from the small open window hits my skin.
I tug on the small tie at my waist and allow the silk to fall right from my body, pooling on the ground at my feet before stepping over it and slowly walking around Levi. My finger gently presses to the top of his hand as his drumming slows, distracted by my touch.
It trails up over his strong arm, flowing freely over his warm skin until I reach his shoulder. I move in right behind him and press my body against his back, closing my eyes with the intense pleasure of feeling him like this. Despite my every thought telling me that I should pull away from him, that I should be disgusted with myself, I just can’t. He’s got me right where he wants me and I won’t dare stop, not now, not until I’ve had more than my fill of him and my knees are shaking beneath me.
My hand moves over his shoulder to his wide chest and I feel his heart beating like a challenge, daring me to make it pulse so much faster, and damn it, I’m here for it. “Shayne,” he mutters, the warning clear in his voice.
“I want you to fuck me while you play your drums, Levi,” I tell him, leaning into him and feeling my tits press right into his back. “I want you to fuck me so damn hard that I forget why I hate you.”
“You can’t bear the thought of my touch,” he reminds me. “How the fuck do you expect me to give you what you need?”
“Like I said,” I say, lowering my hand to his sweatpants and feeling his rock-hard cock through the soft material. I slip my hand inside and curl my fingers around his thick cock. “Give me what I want. Make me forget why I hate your touch. Replace those memories with something that’s gonna make me scream for a whole new reason.”