Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
She swallows, her head dipping a fraction.
“We made a promise to let the other know when we’re done, when we feel like we’ve had enough, remember?”
Her eyes don’t meet mine, but they grow shiny as if she’s about to cry.
“Even,” I tell her, curling my finger under her chin so she has to look at me, “after we get to that point, you’re not going to lose me as a friend. I’ll be here for you. Anything you ever need.”
“We’re having fun,” she says, and I try to stifle the rush of relief that bubbles out of my lungs and past my lips.
“Exactly,” I agree, reaching for the zipper on the leather jacket she’s been wearing all day.
She grins at me when I push the leather off her shoulders and the weight of the jacket carries it down to the floor.
“What would you do if I did that to you?” she asks as she raises her arms so I can pull her sweater over her head.
“My leather never hits the floor, sweetheart.” I leave no room for uncertainty, but there’s also no ire in my tone.
She isn’t hinting that she’s going to test the theory. She’s simply asking a question.
Besides, it only takes another second before the topic of conversation moves to something a little more erotic when her white lace bra is exposed. I trace the outline of her dusky pink nipple with the tip of one finger. I think I’m mildly obsessed with the way she shifts her weight on her feet as if fighting the urge to rub her thighs together.
I know just how quickly this woman gets ready for me, and I’m obsessed with it.
“Keep looking at me like that, and we won’t even make it to the shower,” I warn.
Her breathing has already begun to change, tiny breaths raising her chest as if she has just finished running a mile and can’t quite draw in a full amount of air.
“You’re the one touching me.”
“Can’t help it,” I confess, my finger roaming down her stomach to the button on her jeans. “I’ve been thinking that having you naked in our room needs to be an all-day everyday sort of thing.”
“You’d grow bored,” she says, her hips angling toward me after the rasp of her zipper floats around us.
“I highly doubt it, sweetheart.”
I crouch in front of her, a little unbalanced at the sight of her pink cheeks.
Not once have I gotten the vibe that this woman is trying to manipulate me. She isn’t playing a part or trying anything shady, but yet she still has some form of control over me.
As much as I want to sink my cock inside of her, I also know that I could very easily spend the entire evening worshipping her with my mouth and hands. I have no doubt that if I just concentrate hard enough on her pleasure, her moans and the way she moves her hips when she wants just a little more pressure from my mouth, it could make me come without physical stimulation.
Her warm hands fall to my shoulders. She must realize the touch on the outside of my clothes isn’t enough because it only lasts a second before she brushes her hands along my neck, her fingers running against the scratchiness of my five-o'clock shadow.
It takes longer than it ever should for me to figure out how to get her fucking tall boots off, and the throb of my cock makes me wonder if I actually have that resistance I imagined earlier.
“You’re driving me insane,” I tell her as I pull off her jeans, leaving her standing in front of me in nothing but lacy panties and that delicious bra.
“There are meds for that,” she says with a smile.
My grin matches hers as I stand.
“I’m a little off kilter myself,” she whispers. “I think it’s this.”
Her hands gently brushes against my cheek.
“My face?”
“Your face is incredibly handsome, but this one dimple here? Makes me a little crazy. A little territorial.”
“It’s just you and me, sweetheart,” I assure her, sort of thrilled that she might’ve actually been annoyed or maybe a little jealous when Penny approached us earlier today. “Go get the shower started.”
I take a step back and work to pull off my leather cut while simultaneously kicking off my boots.
“Beth,” I warn when she just watches me undress rather than making a move toward the bathroom.
Instead of going like I told her to do, she’s still there, her eyes wandering over my body once I’m completely naked.
Knowing I won’t be able to resist her, I grab her hand and a condom from the bedside table before guiding us into the bathroom.
Chapter 18
Beth
I had felt the bed jostle when Derrick climbed out of it this morning, but sleep took me again before it registered enough to wake me completely, so it’s no surprise to wake up alone.