Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Why did I take that so personally? Lots of people on the planet didn’t want to kiss me. Why did it bother me that she’d not-subtly rejected me?
She shook her head. “No. I’m. I’m ready.”
“Good.” I took a step toward her, then another, savoring the anticipation of what we were about to do and the anticipation of finally touching her after a torturous day of denying myself. “Shall we go up, then?”
I would normally leave my phone as far away from the sex I was having as possible. It tended to ring for obnoxious reasons right in the middle of the best parts. But I needed it tonight to communicate with Max.
“You didn’t bring your suit again,” I noted as we walked past the pool.
“Oh, I’m about finished with swimming today. Possibly for life,” she said with a laugh. “I went to a fun wedding pool party today. Which you got to skip out on.”
I’d avoided it purposely, because seeing Charlotte wet and glistening and not being allowed to touch her would have been a special kind of torment. “A best man’s work is never done. I was finalizing plans for the bachelor party.”
“Let me guess,” she said, strolling over to the bar. “You’re going to go to the grossest strip club imaginable, where none of you will have any fun because half of you will be terrified of your wives and the other half will be terrified for your daughters.”
She certainly had the vibe down. But I pointed out, “I have no wife and no daughters, so I am free to support the local talent.”
“Then it’ll be a fun time for you, not so much for everyone else.” She went to the mini fridge below the bar, retrieved a bottle of some kind of flavored malt beverage, and declared, “I’m taking this,” before twisting the top off.
“You’re not too drunk, right?” I asked, stepping up behind her to trap her against the bar. “I’m not taking advantage of you?”
“You’d better take advantage of me,” she said, tipping the bottle back and gulping it down. “It’s going to be hard to top last time.”
“Don’t issue challenges that you know I can meet. It’s insulting.” I leaned down and caught her earlobe between my teeth. I expected she would squirm away, but instead she tilted her head to give me better access. I nibbled my way down her throat, until I couldn’t feasibly reach more of her.
She turned in my arms and I straightened, looking down at her upturned face. Her eyes were dreamy, lids heavy, but not from the alcohol. I let myself get lost in her for a moment. A band of pink crossed her cheeks and nose from the sun she’d gotten during the day, and the slight breeze stirred her hair. Her body was warm and firm, and she felt so good pressed against me. I knew how good it would feel when all her soft skin was bare and perspiring, how incredible she would sound when Max and I made her come.
She looked good now, but I wanted her to look used when she left. I wanted the red patches on her skin to be from my stubble, the curls in her hair crushed by friction. I wanted her to leave here on weak legs and wake up as sore as someone who’d done CrossFit for the first time.
What I wanted was to make sure that when we left and went back to our normal, non-wedding-dominated lives, that she would remember me as the best sex she’d ever had.
She gazed up at me dreamily. “So, when do we get started?”
CHAPTER TEN
(Charlotte)
Though I had a strong feeling that we’d already begun, I was practically jumping out of my skin. He’d touched me, but not enough. I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted him frenzied with his need for me.
He gripped me around my waist and boosted me up on the counter behind the bar. Without a word, he pulled down the straps of my tank top to bare my breasts, then bent his head to leave sucking kisses along my neck and shoulder before traveling lower. Cupping my breasts in his hands, he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples in maddeningly slow, featherlight circles. He held me like a precious object, with gentleness that made me restless.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured against the hollow above my collarbone. “I can’t remember if I told you before.”
“You’re telling me now. That’s good enough.” I paused and added, “And I know, right? Really won the genetic lottery.”
He chuckled. “And you’re so modest.”
“You don’t want me to be modest, though.” I gasped as he caught one nipple between his lips.
He released my flesh briefly to say, “You’re right. I want you to be as immodest as you possibly can.”