Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Tell me to stop,” I say against her mouth even as we’re awkwardly climbing the stairs to her apartment, unable to stop touching each other.
She breaks our kiss only long enough to open her door. “Do you want to stop?”
I hate that she looks like she really doesn’t know. Like she doesn’t have a clue how I feel about her.
“No,” I say. “But I don’t want to push you—”
“Get in here,” she cuts me off, gripping my shirt and hauling me inside. She closes the door behind her, and I have her back in my arms in seconds.
“Fuck, Reese,” I groan as she reaches up on her tiptoes, drawing me the rest of the way so she can kiss me.
It’s hot and wet and fucking electric. I have dreams about her kiss, her body, her laugh.
I glide my hands down her body, relishing the feel of her beneath my fingers before I lift her up. She locks her ankles around my back, never breaking our kiss.
I suck on her bottom lip, and she whimpers, that sound flooding my body with pure pleasure. Fuck me, I might just come from kissing her.
Pulling back enough to catch her gaze, I smile at her. “Bedroom or couch?” I ask, nodding to the couch in her living room a few feet away.
“Does it matter?” she asks, her lips swollen from my kiss.
I nod. “Couch is just foreplay,” I say. “I won’t fuck you there for our first time. I need a bed to do the things I’ve been fantasizing about—”
“Bedroom!” she cuts me off so quickly I laugh.
“Are you sure?”
“God, Nash, yes.” Her mouth slants over mine, and I groan as I spin us, heading down the hallway and the bedroom I remember from New Year’s Eve when I dropped her off.
I set her on her feet when we make it inside, and she immediately tugs off her boots before going for my shirt. I lift my arms, and she pulls it over my head, stepping back as her eyes drink in my body.
“How are you even real?” she asks, shaking her head.
I grin, pure male pride flowing through me at her appreciation. I reach for her, bringing our bodies flush. “Are you saying I’m your biggest fantasy?”
Her laugh booms through her, and it only makes my smile grow wider.
“You’re so full of yourself,” she teases, her fingers exploring my bare chest. “You don’t get nervous about anything, do you?”
I swallow hard, dipping down to kiss her quickly. “Not true,” I say, pulling back. “I’m nervous right now.”
She looks up at me, unbelieving. “You are not.”
I nod. “I am.”
“Why?”
I shrug, my hands toying with the hem of her sweater. “Because I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you, Reese,” I admit.
Her lips part, those gorgeous pale green eyes locking with mine in surprise. “I want you too,” she says. “I’ve wanted you for longer than I care to admit.”
I smirk at that, appreciating the two of us getting back to lighter ground. “How long?” I ask as she lifts her arms, allowing me to pull her sweater off. She hurries to slide her leggings off, and I do the same with my pants.
Fuck me, she’s beautiful in a matching pair of underwear the same color as her eyes, her long brown hair slightly messy from my fingers, her curves begging to be touched, and her perfect breasts threatening to spill from the cups of her bra.
“Long,” she answers, and it takes me a second to remember I asked her a question.
I step up to her, filling my hands with her hips as I dip down to kiss her again. “Tell me,” I demand.
She reaches up to kiss me again, but I pull just out of reach.
“Tell me.”
She lets out a frustrated huff, arching a brow at me as she reaches between us, stroking my hard cock over my boxer briefs. I jolt at the way she grips me, thrusting into her hand.
“Fuck,” I groan, then smirk down at her. “Still want you to tell me.”
She grips me harder, and I bend down, kissing her, parting her lips with my tongue as I plunge in. She whimpers, her grip loosening slightly as she gets lost in our kiss. I run my hands over her, palming her breasts. I pull back, sighing contentedly as I massage them.
“I fucking love your breasts,” I say, tugging down the lace of her bra to expose her nipple. I bend, sucking it into my mouth with a deep pull.
She arches into me, stroking me in slow, teasing grazes as I roll my tongue over her peaked nipple.
“Nash,” she whispers, moaning a little as I give her other breast the same treatment.
I shift us, gently guiding her to the bed until she’s laying on it, then I’m climbing over her. I kiss her mouth quickly, then the line of her jaw, then down her neck and over her collarbone, taking my time admiring and adoring every single inch of her.