Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
She arched an eyebrow. “You mean if I wanted to.”
I licked my lips. “Oh, you do.”
We were standing close to each other, our bodies facing the island, our pinkies touching on the edge of the counter.
She released a rusty laugh. “You have no idea what I want, Oliver.”
“I think I do.”
I reached out and pushed her lower lip down just a fraction. The simple touch of her pillowy, warm lip against the pad of my thumb sent fissures through my body like I’d just climaxed. My whole torso jolted forward.
I held my breath, watching her reaction, waiting to see if she would tell me to fuck off.
She didn’t.
Instead, she gripped my forearm, tugging it between her tits. Her breath hitched. “No way can you make me come without taking off my bikini.”
It was a dare.
I never backed out of those.
It was also permission to touch her, which I accepted with an eagerness that shocked us both. In an instant, I had her flush against the counter, pinned by every inch of me. My dick found its home between her thighs, rubbing her through our clothes.
I slid my thumb from her mouth down to her neck, palming it until I covered its entirety with my big hand. Her eyelids fluttered. She felt it, too. This feral craving we had going on.
The tip of my nose found hers.
“Is this a bet?” my lips spoke against hers, but I didn’t kiss her. Not yet.
“If I don’t come, you have to let me borrow your car,” she challenged, her mouth moving over mine.
I smiled, indulging her. It didn’t matter if she asked me to pluck the sun from its place. She wouldn’t win this. No way she didn’t know that. She just needed an excuse to let me touch her.
“Sounds good. And if you do come …”
“Yes?”
“You let me fuck you.” I paused. “One time. Anywhere I want. Any time I want. Might be in a room full of people, or in the middle of the desert. You won’t say no. Let me show you what we were. That we can still have it.” I sucked in a breath. “That this is real.”
My palm moved down from her neck to her right tit, cupping it. Her back arched, and she groaned. She was such a goner. So was I. This was dangerous. Catastrophic. A mistake of epic proportions.
And, as far as I was concerned, the best fucking decision of our lives.
“Whatever.” She snorted. “Show me what you’ve got. But remember – you can’t remove any of my clothes.”
“Yup, I remember the rules.”
My hand slid back to her throat, tilting her head up, and I finally did what I’d wanted to do ever since I saw her at the hotel. I fused my mouth into hers and kissed her with everything I had.
It started soft. I wanted to give her the opportunity to break away if she changed her mind. But she didn’t. She grabbed my shoulders and drew me into her, our bodies flushed against each other.
I drank her in like nectar. Our tongues found one another, meeting in the middle. The kiss deepened, turning from soft and tentative to hungry and desperate. She kissed just like she did when we were teenagers. It made my entire body tremble before I even touched her properly.
One of my hands dropped to her waist, and I pressed her against my hard on, letting her see what she did to me. My pinky finger slid under the fabric of her bikini bottoms, between her upper thigh and her ass.
Briar quivered when I broke the kiss, running my mouth along the column of her throat. She threw her head back and let me lick down the sensitive path of her neck, until my tongue dipped between her full tits. She always had great tits. Even back then. But the years had been good to her.
“No cheating.” She tsked, already panting. “You can’t touch me under the bikini.”
I turned to her right breast, licked the curve beneath its underside, then took it all into my mouth through her bikini. She parked her elbows on the counter behind her as she watched me. I palmed her ass, gripping it roughly.
“You’ll regret saying this,” I murmured into her tit, full and round.
Her nipple puckered further behind the fabric.
“Nope. Don’t break the rules.”
I groaned, slipped my finger out of her bikini bottoms, and scrunched the fabric together a little, just enough to wedge it between her ass cheeks. With my fingers clenched around the strings, I tugged up, tightening the fabric at her pussy so she felt the pressure.
She moaned. Loud. Loud enough that the entire staff could hear, and Seb, and probably the horses in the stables, too. I didn’t care if astronauts could hear it in space. I just wanted her to do it again, and again, and again.