Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
She stared at him for only a second longer before finally speaking. “Okay, I’ll go. But I’m here, David. You know that. I’ll always be here for you.” She turned and started to leave. He took a step closer, wanting to grab her, the need to pull her close raging war inside of him.
“I went after him because he kissed you. He thought he had the right to put his fucking hands on you.” David finally just blurted the fucking truth out about tonight. He curled his hands into fists at his sides again. She turned and looked at him, her brows knitted with her clear confusion.
“You hit him over the kiss?”
He didn’t bother answering.
“But where did you come from? How did you even know I was out with him?”
He clenched his jaw, felt his teeth start to grind together, and knew he should tell her what he’d been doing, how he’d watched her, followed her, did everything in his power to make sure she was never truly alone.
All of his emotions for her, his love, the need to have her as only his, claimed him like a fucking beast tearing a city down. His muscles grew tight, his entire body waging war with his brain with what was common sense and reality.
And then she moved closer and placed her hand on his chest. He looked down, feeling electricity move through him at that small touch. Her skin felt hot against him, and her hand was so small, her fingers slightly shaking.
He lifted his head and saw she was looking right in his eyes. Their gazes locked. He didn’t know what was happening right now, but he felt the intensity, felt his need for her create this energy causing all reason and reality to evaporate. He should have stepped away.
Should have made her leave. Because what he wanted to do and what he was going to end up doing could very well ruin everything.
But instead of saying what he should, or at least telling her what he’d really been up to, he placed his hand on top of hers, right over his chest, and applied pressure. He liked having her hand on him, liked the heat he felt.
“David,” she whispered his name, and his cock jerked.
The fucker was getting hard just from Gillian’s close proximity, from the sweet scent of her.
“I just…” She didn’t finish speaking, and he lowered his gaze to her lips, watched her run her tongue along them, and found himself hardening even more.
And because he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing and because he couldn’t have stopped himself if he even wanted to, he cupped his free hand on the back of her head, held her in place, and leaned forward. He kissed her like this was the last time he would ever see her, and maybe it was.
What he expected was for her to pull away, to look at him with disgust, shock, or even hurt. What he didn’t expect was to hear her moan or to feel her kissing him back.
He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, tasting the sweet flavor of her mouth. He curled his hand around her head even more, dug his fingers into her hair, and pulled her impossibly closer. And then she did pull away, their lips breaking apart, their breathing haggard.
“David.” Her voice was soft, her lips red and glossy.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said in a low voice, still looking at her lips, still holding on to her.
The silence stretched between them for several seconds, and then she rose on her toes, wound her arms around his neck, and fucking kissed him. He groaned, loving that she opened her mouth wide for him, and plunged his tongue into the warm, sweet recess of her mouth.
“Maybe I should go, David,” she panted, but it didn’t sound very convincing.
He looked down at her, seeing the drugged expression on her face, the clear fact she was aroused.
“This is crazy.”
The sound of her whispered words had his cock jerking in his boxers. “Maybe it is crazy, but I can’t stop now that I started.” He touched her cheek, holding on to her, fearing she’d leave, escape like a frightened little animal.
This dam had been opened inside of him, and his arousal, his need and all the emotions he had for Gillian, were out in the open. He might not have told her he fucking loved her, but his cock prodding her belly had to be clue enough that he wanted her.
“You can’t stop?” She lowered her gaze to his mouth, and he could see the way her pulse beat faster beneath her ear.
“I can’t let you leave, Gillian. I won’t. This has been started, and I know you want it, too.” He had no control over his actions anymore. And not with Gillian so responsive to him. “Tell me how you feel.”